Title: A Bond of Brothers 
Chapter Two (a) - Dawn Promises
Author: Oakenshield (Oakenshield@lonelymountain.zzn.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest, graphic sex
Archive: Anyone who wants it is welcome to have it, just let me know first.
Disclaimer: The characters and the places all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, and I
am making no profit from this at all.
Summary: The twins make a bond with each other. 


Chapter Two(a) - Dawn Promises


Mist crept across the lawns of Imladris, covering the grass with a fine veil of
lace, leaving each blade shimmering with dew. Cobwebs revealed their presence
on bushes and trees, each delicate silver thread holding a million diamonds
illuminated in the pale light. A few scattered stars still winked through the
tree canopy, as the sun had not yet risen, but the birds knew of her imminent
arrival and chattered impatiently in the boughs. A slight breeze shook the
autumn leaves from the branches of an immense oak, and they scattered to the
floor in a whirlwind of gold and red to sit like fallen jewels in the dark
green cushion of the grass. 

Elrohir stood as still as a statue amongst the trees, his head held back to the
sky, deeply inhaling the fresh smell of the morning with his eyes closed,
trying to discern each individual scent as it mingled in the mist; wet grass,
freshly trodden by his boots, the strong smell of earth, the delicate aroma of
awakening flowers, the heady scent of pine.

It was the time of day he loved best, when the world itself was waking up. He
could shamelessly voice his worries to the dawn, and she would listen with a
kind ear and soothe his heart with birdsong. He would often rise early and walk
alone in the gardens when he had thoughts on his mind and wanted nothing more
than solitude. Though he could sense he did not have the complete solitude he
desired that morning. He had been feeling a strong presence behind him for
several minutes though he had heard no breath or footstep. It agitated him
slightly, though not unpleasantly. 

/'How long are you going to stand there before revealing yourself, dear
brother?'/ he voiced silently to the air behind him. /'Surely you do not think
you can hide from me? I feel your heart as surely as my own, although I am
unable to hear its beat.'/

His own heart skipped a little at the thought of being alone with Elladan. It
had been too many days since they had been able to find any intimate time
together and he longed for the company of his twin. He craved more than
anything for his kiss, be it gentle, or passionate, he cared not. He longed for
the feeling of soft lips sweeping across his own, a warm tongue duelling for
dominance, strong hands running down his back, making him shudder in the way
only Elladan knew how to do... 

/'For goodness sake, calm your thoughts!' / he rebuked himself. 

It was what every fantasy had been made of in the long years since the night
they had first shared the deliciously forbidden taste of each other. Though he
had denied his heart, his body and even his imagination, whenever he had
wandered into the land of dreams there had been no way of stopping his thoughts
straying. In his dreams, Elladan had been allowed to touch him, to want him, to
have him completely. But it had never been real, and always he awoke with a
cold burning ache in his heart. 

But now it was different. He allowed himself the freedom of ambling through
such thoughts in waking moments. Now it was real; the hands that touched him
were warm, the lips that kissed him were tender. The heart that loved him was
true. 

All the shame and apprehension that had governed him for over two thousand
years had been dispelled the day they had admitted their love to each other.
They had made love under the rocks in a thunderstorm and Elrohir had willingly
opened his body and heart to his brother, regarding neither inhibition nor
morality. It was like a change had occurred in him in just that hour, like his
heart finally felt whole, his soul finally felt alive and on fire and free. It
was like it had always been that way, and the old life he had led was a distant
memory. He felt like he was a different Elf, newborn in the joining with his
soul mate. 

Where fear had once controlled him, lust now controlled him with the same
fervour. It felt like he was intoxicated with some powerful drug and unable to
think about, or want, or need anything but Elladan. The sight of him, the feel
of him, the taste of him. Though it was deeper than that; his heart knew true
love and was satisfied. 

The grass crunched slightly under the weight of feet, and a soft kiss was
placed on the back of his neck. 

"Good morning." The words were whispered into the shell of Elrohir's ear,
making him shiver slightly as goosebumps crawled down his spine in reaction to
the feeling of warm breath on sensitive flesh. 

"You are up early, Elladan," he commented, as he turned to embrace his twin.
"It is most unlike you to rise before the sun." 

Elladan regarded him with a smile as he snaked his arms around his waist to
pull him closer. "You are up early too." He touched a strand of damp hair. "And
bathed already, I see. You should have waited for me. I would have come and
washed your back." He gazed intently into his brother's face, eyes wide with
suggestion. 

"Only my back?" Elrohir cocked his head and grinned wide. "I am sure that would
have raised a few eyebrows." 

Elladan gave an equally wide grin. "Ah, but I would not have taken you to the
public bathhouse," he whispered. "I would have drawn a steaming bath in your
chambers and poured sweet oils into the water." He planted a kiss on his cheek.
"And I would have come before the sunrise and lit candles all around the tub
and crushed rose petals and scattered them on the water." 

Elrohir closed his eyes to imagine the scene better as kisses ran along the
line of his jaw and over his chin, just skimming his lips. "It sounds
romantic." 

Elladan nodded, lowering his head to tend to Elrohir's neck. "It would have
been romantic," he agreed, pressing his lips firmly against Elrohir's pulse,
which was rapidly increasing it's beat. "And I would have carefully and
thoroughly bathed every inch of your body with my hands, and then ..." 

Elrohir whimpered as teeth nipped the side of his neck, working back up his jaw
to his ear. "And then?" He swallowed hard as he felt his earlobe be pulled
between the moist heat of Elladan's lips. He could feel his heart starting to
fight against his attempt to keep it at a steady rhythm and he gave in,
allowing it to hammer in his chest as it pumped fire through his veins. 

"Then I would have joined you in the bath," Elladan traced the edge of his ear
with his tongue, "and I would have pulled you onto your hands and knees in the
water and ..." 

Elrohir moaned softly as the tongue extended into the point of his ear. He
gripped Elladan's shoulders as his knees weakened. 

"And I would not need to prepare you much, for you would already be relaxed
from the heat of the water, and slicked from the oils," his lips feathered
across the tip of Elrohir's ear, "and you would be wanting me, wouldn't you?
Tell me." 

Elrohir nodded. "Oh, yes, I would." He unconsciously pressed his body tighter
against Elladan's, feeling the rigid heat of his twin's arousal against his
thigh. "And you would be wanting me, for you do not have as much self control
as you would like me to think." He pressed his hips forward, feeling an
answering thrust from Elladan. 

"Nay, I do not where you are concerned." Elladan nipped his ear hard enough to
draw forth a yelp. "But anyway - do not distract me, Elrohir - you would be
wanting me ... what would you be wanting me for, hm? What would you want me to
do?" 

Elrohir turned his head to try to catch his brother's lips in a kiss, but
Elladan teasingly turned his head to the side. "I would..." he cleared his
throat, finding it had suddenly gone dry. "I would want you to ..." Words
escaped him as the softest ghost of a kiss swept the oversensitive point of his
ear. 

"Want me to...?" Elladan enquired, as he tormented him. "What would you want me
to do, dearest?" He slid his hands down Elrohir's back to cup his buttocks and
pull him closer into the embrace. "You would want me to make love to you,
yes?" 

Elrohir nodded, unable to speak, or even think to speak; only able to let
himself drown in the pictures Elladan was painting in his mind. 

"But how?" Elladan squeezed the firm mound of flesh in his hands. "Would you
have liked me to slide in slowly, very very slowly, so you could feel every
inch of me as I penetrated?" 

"Ah, yes!" Elrohir pushed himself forward against Elladan's hip again, seeking
some fulfilment from the ever-increasing ache between his legs. 

Elladan took a small step backward to prevent him finding any more relief. "Or
would you have preferred me to take you forcefully?" he whispered in a low
voice. "Breaching you with one hard thrust, making you scream out loud?" 

"Yes!" Elrohir moaned, his head light and swimming with lust. "Either, or both,
or any way at all." He wound a hand into Elladan's hair, tangling his fingers
in it. 

"Do you know how I would have liked to take you?" Elladan turned his face so
close to his brother's that Elrohir could feel the movement of his lips against
his own. "Would you like me to tell you?" His breath was warm, and coming in
ragged spurts. 

"Please!" Elrohir tried to move closer again, but the hands at his hips held
him back. 

Elladan caught eye contact and forced Elrohir to hold it. "I would have slipped
into you slowly, so slowly it would be almost unbearable for both of us; you
would be yearning to be filled, I would be aching to feel your tight heat
around me, and I'm certain we would both be moaning loud enough to wake the
entire house." 

Even as Elladan suggested it, Elrohir heard himself moan. He could see a slight
flush forming over Elladan's cheekbones, see his eyelids looking heavy, his
pupils dilate, hear his voice growing husky. 

"And then when I was buried to the hilt I would have withdrawn again, not quite
completely, and I would have held myself there on the brink and just listened
to you whimpering in protest. Then - you would not be expecting it - I would
have plunged back into your depths, holding you so you did not fall forward
under the impact. Though your skin would be wet and slippery under my fingers.
But that would help, for then I would have reached around your body and taken
you in my hand..." 

Elrohir gasped as he felt a hot hand grip between his legs. 

"And I would have pulled you upright onto your knees," Elladan continued, his
breath starting to come out in gasps. "You would have had to grip the sides of
the bath to stop yourself falling, though I would have held you tight, and I
would have forced myself into your body, alternating between fast and slow,
hard and gentle; and you would have been gasping and moaning with your head
thrown back on my shoulder and your hair in wet tresses around your face. You
would have looked so beautiful. If I had reached up to your chest I would have
felt your heart thundering behind your ribs, and you would have felt my heart
hammering alike against your back, then I would have reached down to stroke you
to the pinnacle of arousal, then..." His words faltered and Elrohir could hear
nothing but his heavy breath by his ear. 

"Then?" Elrohir panted. 

"Ah, you know what then, my lovely." Elladan pulled him into his arms. "I
cannot put it into words, at least not eloquent ones." He turned his head, at
last catching Elrohir's lips in a crushing kiss, seeking entry into his mouth
with his tongue. 

Elrohir clutched him tightly, and returned the kiss with equal passion and
hunger. Coiling his foot behind Elladan's leg, he knocked him to the ground
landing squarely on top of him. 

"The grass is wet!" Elladan cried, but could utter no more complaint before
Elrohir kissed him again. "Elrohir..." he tried to speak between kisses.
"Elrohir, we must be careful. We are still very near the house." 

"No one is ever about at this time of the morning," Elrohir assured him, at
that moment not caring one little bit if half of Arda had been present to watch
their lovemaking. "Besides, this will not take long, you already have me in a
frenzy!" With shaking fingers, he loosened the clasp on Elladan's cloak,
pushing the material away from his body. His hands fumbled with the fussy
fastenings of his shirt for several moments, before he gave in to the impulsive
urge raging inside him and tore the buttons open. He knew Elladan was about to
protest, but before he could, he ducked his head and caught a nipple between
his teeth, biting then soothing with his tongue. He provoked the teat with his
mouth, in a way he had quickly learned would turn Elladan into a helpless mass
of squirming Elf within seconds. 

Elladan drew a ragged breath as his back arched and Elrohir smiled to himself.
He could the feel the muscles in Elladan's arms start to tense and he knew he
would soon be thrown to the ground as Elladan regained the dominance that was
so important to him. 

As surely as he had guessed it, Elladan took hold of his shoulders and flipped
him neatly onto his back, leaning over him as he shrugged out of his shirt and
cloak. 

"Now comes your turn to feel the cold air," he grinned, pulling Elrohir's cloak
aside and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "See, I like to use a little more
finesse." 

"Who cares about finesse?" Elrohir shivered as the chilly air met his fevered
skin. He could feel the damp from the grass seeping through his cloak and
shirt. 

"I do not want to have to send any torn clothes to the seamstress and have to
explain how they came to be in that state," Elladan stated seriously, as he
slowly pulled the buttons from their loops, adding a light kiss to every inch
of skin as it was bared. 

Elrohir whimpered with impatience as Elladan worked lower down his body, his
loose hair falling like spilt ink over his chest, his hands running lightly
down his ribs, fingertips reaching over to brush his nipples already tightened
by the cool air. He felt the moist heat of Elladan's tongue sweep down past his
navel and he looked down to see him pausing with a grin at the ties of his
leggings. 

"Well, well," Elladan whispered, placing a firm hand over the bulge there.
"What have we here?" 

"Don't tease!" Elrohir raised himself on his elbows as Elladan traced his
length through the cloth with skilled fingertips. He could feel hot and
irregular breath against his abdomen, serving to remind him of Elladan's
arousal. He wanted desperately to touch him, but Elladan was kneeling between
his thighs and he could not reach. He gave in, falling back into the grass to
stare up at the tree canopy. Shards of light were starting to slip through the
branches. Dawn would soon be upon them. 

Possibly even slower than he had undone his shirt, Elladan began to tug at the
ties on his leggings. "I think I should get you out of these," he taunted,
"before you burst the stitches." 

Elrohir lifted his hips as Elladan pulled his leggings down as far as his
knees, shifting backwards to remove his boots before pulling them all the way
off. 

Elladan slid back up his body until he was stretched fully over him. "I will
warm you, my beloved," he whispered at Elrohir's ear as he propped his weight
on his hands either side of his face. 

"I am too overheated to be cold." He reached down to pull Elladan's leggings
undone, which was no easy task as the ties were firmly trapped between their
bodies. Each movement caused more friction of the soft material against his
erection as he struggled between moving to allow himself room and pressing
closer. 

Elladan, sensing his quandary, rose on his knees to straddle him and loosened
the knots himself, letting the material part. He smiled slowly at his brother,
obviously knowing what reaction the sight of him caused. 

As a sudden wave of lust surged through him, Elrohir growled with impatience,
rolling sideways to tip Elladan off his chest. "On your feet," he ordered,
rising to his knees. 

Elladan rolled gracefully onto his front and rose to his hands and knees and up
to his feet in one fluid motion, gazing uncertainly at him. "Elrohir...?" 

Taking a firm hold of his hips, Elrohir pushed him back against the thick trunk
of an oak. He moved forward on his knees, pulling Elladan's leggings far enough
down to free his erection and held the firm heat in his palm for a moment,
fondling gently as he looked up at Elladan to see him moisten his lips with his
tongue and swallow hard. 

"And now you have me where you want me," he whispered. "Forceful, Elrohir; we
seem to have switched positions." 

"And I think you rather like it, dear Elladan." Unable to hold back a smirk,
Elrohir bowed his head and closed his lips over the head, clenching his teeth
as gently as he was able. He heard Elladan groan and encouraged by the sound,
he plunged the shaft into his mouth in one motion. He felt Elladan's hands sink
into his hair, brushing the tips of his ears and he gave a low moan in his
throat even as he swallowed Elladan to the hilt. 

"Ah! Elrohir!" Elladan gasped. 

Elrohir held him to stop him pushing forward into his mouth as he rose back up
his length, tickling the underside of the erection with his tongue, before
sliding down again. Back up, back down, in a slow steady rhythm until he could
feel Elladan's hands twisting painfully in his hair and he could hear his
breath coming in laboured groans. He tasted warm salty fluid at the back of his
throat, indicating Elladan was close to climax and he withdrew, sitting back on
his heels. 

"Don't stop," Elladan panted weakly. 

Elrohir looked up at him and felt himself throb harder at the sight of his twin
flushed in the face and powerless in the gripping hands of passion. He traced a
hand down the fine sheen of sweat covering Elladan's chest, over the firm
muscles of his stomach and lower to seize his erection once more. He extended
his tongue to suckle at the tip, drawing forth the fluid like it was nectar. 

"Absolutely dripping," he whispered, knowing well enough the feeling his breath
caused. "Is that for me, Elladan?" 

Elladan nodded. "All for you," he said hoarsely. "Only you." He reached under
Elrohir's chin and tipped his face back to look at him from beneath heavy
eyelids. "Elrohir...I want you." 

Elrohir dipped his head to kiss his fingertips. "I'm yours." 

"Right now." 

Elrohir released his hold on him and rose to his feet again. "Then take me." 

He barely comprehended the feeling of being turned and pushed to his hands and
knees, before he felt Elladan kneel behind him, and a rush of cold air as his
cloak was flipped over his back. 

"I have nothing to prepare you with," Elladan sighed regretfully, as he gently
kissed down his brother's spine. 

Elrohir felt his back arch at the sensation. "Improvise," he gasped, truly not
caring how much it might hurt. 

He lowered his head as he felt Elladan push his legs apart, and warm hands
separated his buttocks. He braced himself for the painful insertion of a
finger, but instead soft moist heat pushed against his entrance. He whimpered
aloud before he was even breached. 

Elladan's breath tickled his skin as he chuckled softly. "Patience, dear one,"
he said, kissing Elrohir's back once more before fully extending his tongue
through the tight opening. 

Elrohir threw his head back and cried out as Elladan lapped his tongue back and
forth, lubricating him and exciting him further, if it were actually possibly
to sink deeper into desire. He could hear himself keening as Elladan drew his
tongue back and replaced it with a finger. He clawed at the grass, trying to
keep a grip on the world as a second finger followed, and a slight twinge of
pain shot through his lower half. Sensing his discomfort, Elladan slowed before
pushing his third finger in. 

Elrohir groaned as he felt himself be stretched to the limit by his brother's
fingers, longing to feel him sheathed inside, aching to feel the pleasure of
the pain that reminded him it wasn't just a dream. "I am ready, Elladan." He
glanced back over his shoulder to see Elladan kneeling behind him, smiling.
"Elladan!" He had no idea how his brother managed to contain himself enough to
keep a composed facade. 

Elladan stood, glancing back at the oak tree with an impish grin. "Get up." He
reached down and helped Elrohir to his feet. "Are you able to reach that branch
and pull yourself up on it?" He nodded towards a low hanging bough. 

Realising his brother's intentions, Elrohir smiled. Leaning his back against
the trunk, he gripped the slim branch tightly with both hands and hauled
himself up on his arms. "I cannot hold this position for long." 

"You won't have to," Elladan muttered, his need blatantly apparent in his
voice. He stepped forward to stand close in front of Elrohir and put his arms
around him to help support his weight. "Now wrap your legs around my waist.
Don't worry, I will hold you." 

Elrohir wrapped his legs tightly around Elladan's waist and instantly felt the
heat of his erection pushing against him. "I am ready," he gasped again,
pushing down, feeling like he would go mad if he didn't have Elladan inside him
soon. 

Elladan eased him down. "Lower yourself, that's right... Oh, Elrohir..." 

Elrohir was unable to hold back a yelp as he was impaled in one sharp motion
but he wouldn't allow Elladan to stop. The synchronisation was awkward for a
few moments until they both got adjusted to the restricted movement, but once
they did it was better than anything Elrohir had ever experienced before. He
could feel the heat of Elladan's body pressing tightly against his, pinning him
harder against the tree. He could feel the tree bark eating grazes into his
back, though his cloak protected him from the majority of the damage. He could
feel his arms begin to cramp painfully as he tried to keep his shaking body
held up. But somehow the pain added to the thrill of it, serving to heighten
the pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge every second; though he knew only
Elladan had the power to push him over that brink. 

Elladan's teeth suddenly bit hard into his shoulder as he tried to restrain his
cries as he hurtled nearer to his release with every thrust. 

Elrohir tightened the grip around his twin with his legs, giving Elladan less
room to move, causing his thrusts to come short and sharp. He could feel his
own arousal rubbing against his brother's stomach with every movement and he
could feel himself starting to lose control at a rapid speed. 

He lost sight of the trees around him as his eyes rolled back, lost all
recognition of which cries were Elladan's and which were his own. He was unable
to feel the cold anymore, only the fire pooling in his groin, only the heat
filling him. 

"Elladan..." he gasped at his brother's ear. "Elladan... finish it..." 

Slipping his hands under his thighs, Elladan pulled him closer as he thrust
deeper, hitting the spot that shook Elrohir's body from the core and made stars
explode behind his eyes. As he tightened in response, he felt Elladan's body
lock in spasm seconds before he released himself inside. With a cry, he
followed close behind, spilling himself against Elladan's stomach. 

While the world was still spinning around his head, his hands lost their grip
on the tree branch and he let himself fall gracelessly to the floor as Elladan
slid out of him. Gasping, he flopped back in the grass, letting the dew cool
his overheated skin. 

Elladan dropped beside him, panting heavily, his body still visibly trembling. 

They lay for several moments in silence until Elladan shifted closer to Elrohir
to bury his face in the crook of his neck. "I love you," he whispered, only
just loud enough to hear. "I love you so much." 

Elrohir swallowed hard, a little choked by the weight of the emotion in his
brother's voice. "I love you too." He gently combed his fingers through
Elladan's hair, absently plucking a leaf from the dark tresses. The urge to
shriek with laughter grasped him for no apparent reason, but he managed to
resist, reminding himself that the sun was now up and folk would soon be about
in the gardens, and it would not pay well to be found half naked in the arms of
his brother. Even so, he allowed himself a few moments of over-excited
rambling. "And it is real now, Elladan! It is all real! I never have to worry
about waking up and being alone for I never will be again, not now we are
together. What a fool I was to deny us this for so long." He felt something wet
drop on his neck as a sudden shudder shook his brother's body and his burst of
elation halted. "Elladan?" He slid a hand under his chin, tipping his head up
so he could look at him. 

The universe shrank to the size of the two grey eyes staring desolately at him,
as tears ran heavily down his brother's cheeks and on to his hand. Immediately,
Elrohir felt his own tears start to spring, as his twin's distress twisted in
his heart as if the pain were his own. 

"What is the matter?" he asked, though he didn't need an answer as to what was
wrong, he knew it instinctively. He could read Elladan's heart through his
eyes, as surely as he had always been able to. The silver orbs were begging for
assurance as a very old but unforgotten pain raged in their depths. It was the
pain of rejection, and the fear of its return. 

"I am trying to forgive you," Elladan sobbed, "but I'm so scared you will leave
me again." 

Elrohir tried in vain to force his own tears back. "I cannot blame you for
feeling that way, but you must believe me when I say I won't ever run from you
again." 

Dropping rather heavily against his chest Elladan kissed him deeply. "Never?" 

"Never," Elrohir repeated, tasting the bitter tang of tears as he pulled
Elladan's head down to deepen the kiss as much as he was physically able to. "I
would not be able to. Not now." He wrapped his arms tightly around Elladan's
back, like he was trying to mould their bodies together, as he slipped his
tongue into his mouth. 

Elladan pushed back from his body and sat up. "Swear it, Elrohir." He sniffed
and looked his brother solemnly in the eyes; doubt, hurt, love, and maybe the
tiniest bit of hatred all warring together in the tears that ran down his
cheeks. 

"I swear it," Elrohir rose to his knees, and reached out to wipe Elladan's
tears away, praying to everything he thought sacred that Elladan would be able
to believe him. And forgive him. "I swear on my life..." 

"No." Elladan caught hold of his wrist and turned his hand over. "Swear it
properly. Prove it. Make it real." He traced an invisible line across Elrohir's
palm with his finger. "Swear it in blood." 

As if it were the most simple and natural request, Elrohir reached across the
grass to their discarded clothes. The thought that they should get dressed
crossed his mind but didn't settle in it. 

He could sense Elladan watching his every move, as he took a little knife from
the pocket of his leggings, as he pulled the blade from the leather sheath that
protected it. 

Taking Elladan's left hand, he pressed the blade against his palm. "Are you
ready?" 

He nodded his permission, though still Elrohir cringed as he reverently sliced
through the flesh of the one dearest to him and crimson blood flooded over the
small blade. Pain to rid pain. A tear slid down his cheek, splashing against
Elladan's hand, making him wince as the salt water ran into the fresh cut. 

With his right hand, Elladan took the blade from him and wordlessly made an
identical cut in his twin's left palm. He deliberately tilted his head so some
of his tears fell into Elrohir's wound. 

Elrohir braced himself for the pain, but somehow he was numbed to it. It didn't
hurt, knowing it was done for Elladan. As blood dripped to the grass, he
clasped his hand to Elladan's, lacing their fingers. 

"I swear in our blood, with the sunrise as my witness, that I will never leave
you unless we are separated by death," he pledged, as he felt Elladan's blood
join with his, singing through his veins as it raced to his heart. "I would
give up all I have to always be held within your arms. I promise you will never
feel pain at my hands or by my words." 

With his free hand, Elladan reached up to run a thumb over Elrohir's lips. "And
I swear to you that I will always love you, and I will never love another. I
will live only for your love. And if death should steal you from me, I will
follow you into the next life." He squeezed Elrohir's hand before releasing it.
"Thank you," he smiled faintly, and Elrohir saw forgiveness in his eyes. 

"An oath of love made in tears and blood," Elrohir realised aloud as he pulled
Elladan into his arms to kiss him once more. "I will keep it always."