Title: A Forbidden Beginning
Author: Haleth (seraphtear@yahoo.com.au)
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC17
Summary: One sunny day in the forest Elladan spies on
his brother and ends up having to choose between
having his heart broken and hurting the only person he
has ever truly loved.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the LOTR characters or world.
Warning: Incest.
Authors Note: This is just a short, stand-on-its-own
fic. Any comments you want to give me will be
appreciated, and if you like this please take a look
at my in-progress fanfic ‘Foolish Secrets’. 

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	Crouching low behind the rocks he allowed himself a
sneak peak around the side. His prey hadn’t noticed
him yet and for that he was eternally thankful. For
the moment he could observe the slender and supple
creature shamelessly. The form vanished for a moment,
only to resurface seconds later, long dark hair
clinging carelessly to milky pale skin of the
smoothest texture. How did he know it was so smooth?
He had had the pleasure of touching it many times
before, though never in the way he wanted to. It
wasn’t fair that this fey creature couldn’t be his,
not when those gentle storm-grey eyes had stolen his
heart centuries before. 
	Shifting a little he felt the soft leather of his
leggings constricting his desire and accidentally let
out a small moan of need. The sound was stifled
quickly but the fey one had already paused, one hand
frozen above his head, the hairless curve revealed,
serving to torture the hunter further. When not
another sound was made the fey one continued, ducking
back under the water to rinse the suds from his silky
hair. He let out the breath he hadn’t known he had
been holding and reached for the laces of his
leggings, not being able to stand the restriction any
longer. If he were very quiet he was sure he could
relieve his need without the other even sensing he was
there. 
	Sinking to the ground, making sure he was completely
covered by the rocks, he freed himself. Brushing his
own long dark hair back over his shoulder absently, he
began to work at his need with long slender fingers,
wishing the fingers were his love’s instead. Closing
his eyes he moaned again softly, trying to stop from
making any further sound but finding it very difficult
as he pictured the fey one. Imagining him still
bathing his slim form in the cool waters. Lost in his
fantasy world he imagined his love’s slender fingers
working over his body. Removing his tunic and shirt
before teasing his chest with warm lips and soft
fingertips. 
	He was in heaven. Letting out a low throaty groan, he
came, forgetting why he was supposed to stay quiet.
When it was over he blinked his eyes open, wiping his
hands absently on his leggings before working on tying
them back up. It was then he heard the sound of very
soft footfalls, and he struggled desperately to his
feet, fixing his shirt up as he spun around. Coming
face to face with a damp elf in long pale grey robes. 
	“Elladan?” The elf raised one perfect, slender
eyebrow in question. “I thought you had gone riding
with Estel? And why do you look so flushed and out of
breath? Did you run here?” 
	“I…I…”
	“Have forgotten how to speak?” The only marginally
shorter elf offered with clear amusement. Taking a
quick step back he almost tripped over but a strong
hand caught his wrist, steadying him but causing the
heat in his cheek to become unbearable. 
“Elrohir…” 
“Such wit you have today, brother.” The younger twin
teased before letting his wrist go and moving to sit
on the rock Elladan had been hiding behind moments
before. “If you wish to bathe your exertions from your
body, I will wait for you and we can walk back
together.” 
“Well you’re starting to talk like father!” He hissed
angrily before spinning on his heel and stalking off
into the forest. Of course, he wasn’t really angry
with his brother but he hated the thought that Elrohir
might think him even slightly stupid. The thought that
he might not think highly of him hurt terribly. 
“Elladan.” His brother had somehow managed to end up
standing in front of him; halting his escape. Those
gentle grey eyes were filled with concern and he tried
very hard not to look at the soft pink-tinted lips, so
close to his own. “What’s wrong?” 
“Get out of my way!” Panic at having his feelings
discovered caused him to act irrationally and he found
himself shoving his brother away, far harder than he
had meant to. Elrohir landed with a thud on the forest
floor, a small pained gasp escaping those
delicious-looking lips. He could only stare, wide-eyed
with shock and shame as his twin sat up slowly,
picking leaves and twigs from his damp hair. 
“Forget I asked what is wrong, it’s obvious to me now.
You are insane!” Elrohir twisted gracefully to his
feet before jumping at him, tackling him to the
ground. Instinctively he fought back, and they ended
up rolling around in the dirt and leaves, making a
complete mess of their hair and clothes. A few punches
hit him enough to bruise but he was very careful not
to return the sentiment, for despite his brother’s
strength he couldn’t help but think of him as the
fragile one. The gentle and innocent twin. 
After several minutes of this playful wrestling he
ended up with Elrohir’s slender body sprawled over
his, the forest filled with their laughter. He
recovered first and picked offending foliage from his
brother’s silky hair as he waited for the occasional
chuckles to cease. Elladan forced his eyes to focus on
the dark strands lest they stray and look at the
creamy skin of his brother’s legs that had been
exposed, as his robes had ridden up as high as
mid-thigh in places. 

Elrohir sighed, resting his head on his twin’s
shoulder and enjoying the feeling of nimble fingers
drifting through his hair. At least his brother didn’t
seem so upset now, he couldn’t think what had upset
him so suddenly. But perhaps it hadn’t been sudden.
Perhaps Elladan had run to the spring to be alone
because he was upset and his teasing had only helped
to make him further upset. Feeling guilty he toyed
with the hem of his brother’s shirt, listening to the
calm heartbeat next to his ear speed up a little. 
“What is wrong, Elladan?” 
“Nothing, lovely one, I’m fine.” 
He sat up, peering down at his brother curiously.
Without thought, pinning him into place by straddling
his thighs. “What did you call me?” Dark grey eyes
widened in alarm but a second later his brother had
his usual smug expression in place. 
“Little one. What do you think I called you?” 
“I…” Could he have misheard? Elladan did often call
him ‘little one’ just because he knew it annoyed
Elrohir, he was after all the same height as his
brother, (despite what Arwen had declared with
amusement one day) so Elladan was somewhat more built,
that didn’t mean he was little. 
“Have forgotten how to speak?” The older twin declared
triumphantly, gladly throwing Elrohir’s tease back in
his face. Except where he had meant it playfully there
was a cruelness to Elladan’s words that made him
unable to face his brother. “Oh, so it’s fine for you
to tease me but I can’t tease you?” Elladan was angry,
that much was obvious and he couldn’t understand what
he had done to cause that, not in the last few
minutes. 
“Why are you angry, brother?”
“Because I wish you weren’t my brother!” Elladan
yelled, his voice purely truthful. Then Elrohir found
himself shoved roughly away and this time he didn’t
try to follow his twin. Instead he lay awkwardly on
the ground, tears building as Elladan’s words repeated
in his mind. Elladan didn’t want him for a brother… he
hated him. Letting out a sob he collapsed against the
ground limply, burying his face in his arms. He didn’t
know what he had done to make Elladan hate him but it
hurt so much.

He had only run a few paces when his sharp ears picked
up a small tearful noise. Skidding to a stop he held
his breath, hearing the sound again and knowing it
could be only one thing. Walking back stealthily, he
found his brother lying miserably on the ground, his
slim shoulders shaking with his helpless crying. Guilt
tore at his heart as he realised what an utterly
stupid thing he had said. It was true, yes. He didn’t
want Elrohir as his brother but that was only so they
could be lovers. Not because he hated Elrohir, which
was obviously what the younger elf thought. 
The slighter elf didn’t notice as he knelt next to
him, only realising he wasn’t alone when Elladan drew
him into his arms, holding him to his chest and
stroking his silky hair soothingly. At first Elrohir
was stiff and uncertain in his arms but after a moment
he relaxed, continuing his crying and soaking
Elladan’s shirt. He felt like such an idiot for
hurting his brother so. He couldn’t remember the last
time he had seen his brother cry, and he had a
horrible feeling that last time it had been his fault
also. 
“I’m sorry, Elrohir… I’m so sorry. Please stop crying…
I didn’t mean it…” He continued to plead with his
brother but this only seemed to upset him further and
he tried to get away. Holding on tight, he refused to
let his brother go and the weaker elf eventually gave
up, slumping miserably in his arms. 
“Why do you hate me?” Elrohir asked him tearfully,
looking up at him with sad grey eyes, eyes that
normally sparkled with joy but now looked dull. 
“I don’t hate you, love.” Placing a kiss to his
brother’s forehead, he didn’t even realise his slip
but Elrohir didn’t seem to either. “I could never hate
you.” He made his voice as open and honest as
possible, knowing his brother was sensitive to that
sort of thing and would be able to tell he was telling
the truth. 
“Then why don’t you want to be my brother? Do you find
me annoying?” The pale eyes started shimmering with
tears again and he quickly placed butterfly kisses to
his damp cheeks to try and reassure him. 
“No, I don’t find you annoying. I enjoy your company
immensely.” 
“I don’t understand. If you like me why don’t you want
to be my brother?” 
“Because…” This was it, the moment of truth. He could
chicken out now and risk hurting his brother further,
or he could be honest and lose his heart. The choice
between Elrohir’s pain and his own was an easy one to
make. “I like you… too much. I love you, Elrohir.” 
“And I love you too, Elladan, but you haven’t answered
my question.” 
“No.” He took a deep breath, focusing on his brother’s
fair and innocent face. “You misunderstand. I am in
love with you. I have passion for you.” 
Elrohir blinked.
“I understand if you want me to go away, not speak to
you for awhile. And I will never touch you again. I’m
sorry.” As he started moving away Elrohir finally
snapped out of his shock, wrapping his arms around
Elladan’s waist to keep him from leaving. “Elrohir?”
Dare he hope that his brother didn’t hate him? Wasn’t
disgusted with him for his sinful love? 
“Are you certain, Elladan? Perhaps… perhaps you are
just unsure and your ego has made you find me
attractive because we are the same?” 
A bitter laugh left him before he could stop it, and
the arms around him loosened slightly. “I am certain.
And we are not the same, Elrohir, have you really not
noticed? Perhaps once when we were young, perhaps even
when we still hunted together often, but we are not
the same in appearance now.” Placing a hand over his
brother’s heart he closed his eyes. “And we were never
the same here. I do not love you for your looks alone,
Elrohir. I love you for your gentle kindness and for
your grace and charm. And your innocence is surely
something to treasure.” 
“I am not innocent.” 
“I love you.” 
“You keep saying that.” 
Elladan smiled wryly, brushing some silky black hair
behind a delicately pointed ear, his hand lingering on
his brother’s smooth cheek. “I’m waiting for you to
react with disgust and spit on me.” 
“I don’t spit.” 
“I love you.” 
Elrohir sighed, leaning forward to nuzzle his neck
softly. Warm breath caressing his skin, making his
body tingle with a passion he was trying desperately
to suppress. “Elladan… You are making this hard for
me.” 
“Just say it, brother. Tell me you don’t want me.” 
“That’s the problem. I’m not sure I don’t.” 
“What?” Swallowing hard enough for Elrohir to feel the
sensation he dared to let a little hope into his
heart. “You’re not sure you don’t want me?” 
“Yes…” Trailing off uncertainly, he shifted again to
look in his brother’s eyes, accidentally brushing
Elladan’s desire as he did so, causing a small moan to
leave the slightly older elf. “I…I may have passion
for you also, and I do certainly love you.” A pretty
blush stained his brother’s pale cheeks and his eyes
flicked down sheepishly. “I have had… dreams lately.
Of you. And-and I have noticed we are different…”
Elladan laughed with relief and joy. He didn’t care if
Elrohir was unsure, that didn’t matter, all that
mattered was that there was a chance, and his brother
didn’t hate him. Elrohir offered him a gentle smile
before pushing away to get to his feet, dusting his
robes off and straightening his hair as best he could.

“Listen to us, Elladan. We are acting like we are
barely three centuries old not the three millennia
that we almost are.” 
“You’re the one that is blushing, lovely one.” He
teased, not prepared for the evil smirk that suddenly
appeared on his brother’s lips. 
“You did call me lovely one!” Elrohir declared
victoriously but his smirk vanished a moment later.
“Elladan… why are you looking at me like that?” 
“Take a guess.” Moving swiftly, he grabbed one slender
wrist before pulling the slighter elf’s body flush
against his, their lips a bare thumbs-breadth away. “A
good thing you are only a tiny bit shorter than me. It
will make kissing very easy.” 
“I am not shorter than you!” The younger elf protested
hotly, trying half-heartedly to pull away. 
“You are.” Placing a soft sweet kiss to his brother’s
lips he managed to silence further protest, pleased
when those pale grey eyes fluttered shut. Drawing his
arms fully around his twin, he leaned forward to
whisper huskily in a sensitive ear. “My lovely little
one.” 
“Call me little again, Elladan, and I will have to
hurt you.” He purred in response, his own arms working
at keeping them impossibly close as their lips met
again. Elladan allowed the kiss for a few moments but
then broke it, laughter in his heart as his brother
let out a little whimper of protest. 
“You couldn’t hurt a sparrow, little one, let alone
me.” 
“Really?” In the next instant he found himself on the
ground, Elrohir straddling his thighs and pinning his
hands above his head. Leaning down he nipped playfully
at the older twin’s lips, not letting up until Elladan
groaned needily. “I did warn you… brother.” 
“Don’t.” Turning his head away, he tried to hide from
those beautiful grey eyes. How one little word could
so ruin the moment he didn’t know, but it had. He
tried to push Elrohir off but found it surprisingly
difficult and eventually gave up. “Elrohir, get off.” 
“Why?” The younger twin seemed honestly puzzled.
“Don’t you want me to ‘hurt’ you?” 
“This is not the time for you sick perversions,
Elrohir, get off.” 
“Look at me.” Elrohir whispered, he then felt the grip
on his wrists shift, so they were held down by one
long-fingered hand, the other moving to his chin to
force him to look at that delicately-featured face.
“Look at me, damn you Elladan. That remark was mean
and uncalled for and you know it. I was only teasing,
you know I would never hurt you but that isn’t what
this is about is it, brother?” 
“Get off.” 
“You are my brother, and I am yours.” Elrohir shook
his head, finally releasing his wrists to sit back,
his eyes once more filled with a deep drowning
sadness. “I am willing that we are lovers as well…
brothers, friends and lovers… that I can live with.
But I can’t pretend. I can’t do anything with you if
you are going to pretend that we are not brothers,
because that is part of who we are. I don’t wish you
were any different and it hurts me that you wish me
changed. If you can’t accept me for who I am, Elladan,
then I’m sorry but we should forget today.” 
“No!” Elladan turned the tables swiftly, holding his
brother’s wrists down harder than Elrohir had held
his. Only his brother could effect his emotions so
deeply, so quickly. It was then he realised what it
was his twin was trying to say… he understood.
Grinning he leaned down, teasing soft lips much the
same way as his had been moments before. “Fine,
brother, no more wishing… only taking.” He then
claimed the soft sweet lips hungrily, diving deep into
the warm and slick cavern until the need for air
became vital. 
“Why must you take?” Elrohir complained breathlessly.
“And don’t you dare say because I’m smaller than you.”

“Very well.” He smirked, nuzzling his brother throat
before starting to tease the smooth silky flesh,
eliciting delicious gasps of pleasure from the elf
under him. “It’s because you are more submissive than
me.” 
“I… am not.” Elrohir whimpered, neck arching as
Elladan’s mouth continued to torture him. “More
submissive…” 
“Fine. You are not more submissive. But I am more
dominant.” 
“No.” 
“The quiver in your fair voice betrays you, brother.”
Before another complaint could be spoken, as he was
sure it would have been, he assaulted his lips again.
As he did so, moving his hands down slim arms before
reaching down to slowly work at pulling the fabric up
to expose as much creamy-white skin as possible.
Elrohir’s arms slipped around him languidly, sliding
under his shirt to caress his back, nails occasionally
grazing his skin as he caused deep pleasure. It felt
so good to have the body he had so long craved for
under him, he was almost crazed with passion. One hand
gripping the back of his brother’s slender neck he
deepened the kiss even further, the other gripping the
outside of one smooth-skinned thigh, slowly travelling
higher. 
Elrohir made an almost purring sound against him, his
free leg lifting enough to brush Elladan’s arousal
drawing a low moan from their kiss. It was too much.
He found himself tearing his brother’s robe, right
down the front, pushing the annoying fabric aside as
he covered the freshly exposed skin with infinite
kisses and bites. Laughter met his ears but choked off
in a gasp a second later as he latched onto one pale
nipple. Teasing it with tongue and teeth until his
brother was writhing under him, elegant hands buried
tightly in his hair. Shifting, he lathered the same
attentions on the other little rosebud, feeling
himself harden further as the leg pushed against him,
rubbing teasingly as his brother’s hands moved to the
laces of his shirt. 
He didn’t know how Elrohir could still be so patient,
pushing him back enough to help him remove the rest of
his clothing, his hands steady and confident. Did he
have no effect on the younger elf? But as their eyes
met he knew that wasn’t so. The pale grey of his
brother’s large eyes was tinted dark with passion,
almost lost within the black of his pupils. “Be
gentle, love.” Elrohir whispered softly before drawing
Elladan forward again, joining their lips in a slow
and deep kiss. When they broke apart he trailed gentle
hands down his brother’s lithe body, noticing the
slight trembling for the first time. 
“Do you think I would hurt you?” 
“No…” Shaking his head he slipped his hands down to
stroke the older elf teasingly and Elladan had to
clench his teeth to keep from moving, waiting for
Elrohir to finished his answer. “But… no one has
ever…” Gripping the teasing hands tightly, he forced
them still.
“You are a virgin?” 
Elrohir laughed. “Of course not. I have been with
females and males before… I have just never let
anyone… take me.” 
“So you are a virgin.” Elladan insisted, a smirk
curving his lips at the indignant look his brother
threw at him. 
“And you are not?” Elrohir asked hotly, trying to
shove the older elf away to no avail. It was then
Elladan realised his brother was actually upset.
Somehow he had taken his joking the wrong way and been
hurt by it. He had to make it right, and for once he
knew just the right words.
“Actually I’m not. But I do realise what a wonderful
gift it is you are giving me, and I promise I will do
everything in my power to make you enjoy this. I love
you, Elrohir.” 
“Sometimes I hate the way you know me so well.” 
Elladan smiled, relieved, and then they were moving
together again, and he was made painfully aware of how
close he was to ending the moment way too soon.
Pulling the slender hands away from his arousal he
started nipping at a delicately pointed ear, using
every trick he had learnt in his three millennia of
life to cause his brother to release without even
touching him. 
“That was unfair…” Elrohir complained when he regained
enough breath, his wrists still trapped in the older
elf’s strong grip. But Elladan didn’t give him long
enough for his senses to recover, letting go to gather
some of the slick seed and coating a generous amount
on his fingers before slowly inserting one into his
brother’s fiery heat. Elrohir merely moaned, still too
dazed to protest the strange sensation, only jerking
when a second finger entered, and Elladan soon calmed
him again with a few soft kisses and whispered words.
When he pushed a third finger past the tight ring of
muscle he was sure the younger elf would pull away but
he didn’t. Instead wrapping slim arms around his
shoulders and pulling him close for a desperate kiss,
only easing up when Elladan’s fingers could move in
and out of the searing tunnel easily. 
“I love you, my beautiful brother.” He assured him
before removing his fingers, hastily smearing the
remaining seed over his throbbing shaft and slowly
pushing into the still so-tight passage. It was
heaven, so tight and warm, the only thing spoiling his
utter bliss; a small pained moan. Pausing half-way in,
he studied the form below him. Elrohir had given in,
lying still, his body tense. Silky hair damp and
spread about him, eyes squeezed shut with thin trails
of moisture still escaping to mar perfect porcelain
cheeks. He felt like a complete wretch for expecting
this of his brother. His delicate, innocent brother,
whom this was obviously too much for. 
“Don’t…stop.” The pale eyes suddenly fluttered open,
pleasure warring with the pain. “I-I did not expect it
to feel this way.” Elrohir swallowed heavily, his
hands moving to once again trail his back. “Continue…”

“If you’re sure.” He nodded but Elladan was still very
careful as he moved the rest of the way in, resisting
his animalistic urges as the magical heat engulfed him
completely. It was like nothing he had ever
experienced before. He had been with others but the
sensations had never been so intense, how was it
Elrohir could do such things to him? Starting slowly,
he shifted his position until he brushed that special
spot inside his brother, causing him to gasp, his eyes
wide and filled with something akin to awe. That
expression did it and a moment later he was thrusting
in and out of the tight heat, leaning his head down to
swallow the other’s sounds of pleasure. 
Bliss engulfed him and he was unbearably close.
Reaching between them he wrapped long fingers around
the younger elf’s awakened need, stroking him
forcefully in time with his thrusts causing Elrohir to
arch his back, breaking from the kiss to pant out his
name. It was enough, and as he gave one final,
violently hard thrust they came in unison, Elrohir
letting out an almost sobbing sound as Elladan’s seed
spilled deep within him, filling him even as the elder
pulled away. 
Collapsing beside each other, neither moved for
several long minutes, and then it was only so Elladan
could pull the smaller form into his arms, nuzzling
his dark hair tiredly. “I love you.” He murmured, more
content than he had ever felt before. “And I thank you
for your gift, it was the best I’ve ever been given.” 
“Ever taken, you mean.” Elrohir mumbled, breath still
brushing quickly across his neck. “I shall be unable
to ride for at least a week. You were as rough as a
warg.” 
“And you would know how rough that is, would you, my
lovely little one?” 
“Shut up and hold me closer, I’m cold.” 
“You know something?” He smiled, pulling his brother
closer and rubbing his back. “I never imagined you
would be a complainer.” 
“I love you.” 
“Mmm, so now it’s your turn?” 
“Shut up.” 
Laughter rang merrily through the air, warning the
forest creatures not to return just yet…