Title: Foolish Secrets
Author: Haleth (seraphtear@yahoo.com.au)
Pairing: Elrohir / Elladan
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elrohir becomes ill and Elladan’s actions
towards his brother makes Elrond believe there is
something more than brotherly love between the two. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own the LOTR characters or world.
Warning: This story contains incest.
Authors Note: I’ve never written a story with this
pair before and so I’m not sure what to expect. I
would really appreciate any comments. 


	Letting out a dreamy sigh he let his eyes wander
freely over the one who held his heart. Elrohir was
sprawled gracefully on his bed, curled slightly on his
side and surprisingly enough his pale eyes were shut.
That worried him a little but the fair face looked so
peaceful in slumber that worry soon vanished again,
replaced by awe. Walking over he sat on the edge of
the bed, reaching out and brushing some silky strands
from the pale face. Elrohir stirred, his eyelids
fluttering as he turned towards the caress, a single
word slipping from his pink-tinged lips. 
	He smiled, recognising the word for what it was… his
name. At times like these he was given hope, hope that
perhaps his feelings might be returned, even if just a
little. “Lovely one.” He purred the words, risking
being so bold only because the other elf was still
half-asleep. Elrohir stirred further at this, his eyes
finally blinking open to focus on him dazedly. 
	“Elladan?” 
	“Yes, it’s me, little one.” He smiled as his brother
pouted cutely. 
	“I’m not li-” Freezing mid-word, his fair face
tightened in pain and it was then Elladan noticed the
thin layer of sweat coating his brother’s forehead.
Feeling it, he was disturbed to find it hot. How had
his beautiful brother possibly gotten a fever? Elves
didn’t get sick and he would have noticed if Elrohir
had been injured in any way. 
	“What’s wrong? Did something happen to make you
unwell?” He couldn’t help a measure of panic from
entering his voice and felt a little better as Elrohir
relaxed again, offering him a tired smile in
reassurance. 
	“No… no I’m just tired. I’ll be fi-ne.” Gasping out
the last word, he curled further on his side, arms
wrapped around his middle. Elladan’s heart skipped a
beat before speeding up and he cupped his brother’s
face, stroking his thumbs over the soft skin to try
and calm his brother. 
	“Elrohir, what is it?” 
	“It’s… just…” Swallowing he managed to focus back on
the older twin, his eyes looking marginally clearer.
“My stomach hurts… perhaps I ate something that…
didn’t agree…” 
	“Do you want me to get you anything?” 
	“No, it’s alright.” Elrohir sighed, relaxing again
but his arms stayed where they were. “It doesn’t hurt
anymore.” 
	“Are you sure?” Elladan frowned, toying with his
brother’s dark hair, he couldn’t help but worry. “Do
you want me to get you some water?” 
	“I’m not a baby, Elladan, I don’t need…” Choking on a
gasp he curled in on himself again, this time seeming
far worse and his slender body started to tremble.
“Hurts!” The small pained word was enough to break
Elladan’s heart. Scooping the pained elf carefully
into his arms he moved as quickly as he could, heading
for his father’s study. It probably would have been
more practical to go and fetch his father, bringing
him back to his brother’s room but he didn’t want to
leave Elrohir alone, not even for a few moments.
Managing to open the door, he quickly entered the
room, not paying attention to how his father and
Glorfindel pulled away from each other suddenly, a
flush staining both their cheeks. 
	“Elladan, what is the meaning…” His father’s angry
words trailed off as he took note of the younger
twin’s state. He motioned for Elladan to set him
gently on the couch before running confident, healer’s
hands over his trembling son’s form. Elrohir’s eyes
forced themselves open but were still blurred with
confusion and pain. 
	“Elladan?” He whispered uncertainly and the older
twin quickly knelt by his brother, gripping one
slender hand tightly. 
	“I’m here, lovely one.” So intent on his suffering
brother, he missed the strange look Elrond gave them,
suspicion in his dark eyes. “Father will soon make you
well. Won’t you father?” 
	Elrond smiled faintly at his sons, feeling the
younger’s forehead. “I’m sure you will be fine, little
Elrohir.” 
	“I’m not little.” Elrohir complained weakly. “Why do
you all have to call me that. Arwen is the baby, not
me.” 
	Elrond’s smile broadened, turning genuine. “But you
are the toddler, Elrohir. Now tell me where you are
hurting.” 
	“It’s just my stomach, papa.”
	“He thinks he may have eaten something bad.” Elladan
added helpfully, giving his brother’s hand a
comforting squeeze before starting to stroke the
smooth flesh with his thumb. 
	“What have you eaten today?” 
	“Umm… I had the same for breakfast as Elladan…”
Wincing again he tried to think what he had eaten,
glad that his brother was holding his hand so tightly,
anchoring him to his surroundings. “Lady… Lady Vali,
she gave me a cup cake she made… I-I didn’t want to be
rude and not eat it. But I’m sure she ate some as
well.” 
	“Don’t you know you shouldn’t accept food from
strangers, brother?” Elladan teased, feeling relieved
that it seemed like it really was only a case of
indigestion. 
	“She’s not a stranger.” 
	He opened his mouth to retort that statement but
their father beat him to it. “Elladan, Glorfindel,
will you two go and find Lady Vali for me, see if she
is ill also?” 
	Elladan started a little, not have realised the blond
elf was still in the room. Nodding to his father’s
question he placed a quick kiss to his brother’s cheek
before reluctantly releasing his hand and following
the blond out the room. Glorfindel clasped his
shoulder. “He’ll be fine, Elladan, you worry for him
too much.” 

	“Elrohir?” 
	“I’m sorry, papa. I feel so foolish. I should have
been more careful and now it’s all been made a big
deal and…” Trailing off, he noticed the suspicious
look in his father’s eyes for the first time. “Is
something wrong?” He questioned a little nervously,
those dark grey eyes seeming to pierce his soul. It
was disconcerting the way Elrond did that. 
	“It’s very important that you are honest with me,
Elrohir.” His father spoke gravely and he felt himself
begin to shiver again, the look in his father’s eyes
was starting to scare him. 
	“I-I am always honest with you, papa.”
	“But it is especially important this time.” 
	“What is it?” 
	Elrond studied his features, his face hard and
unforgiving. “Is there anything going on between you
and your brother?” 
	“No…” He shook his head, regretting it when a dizzy
spell hit him, making him lose himself for a few
seconds. “We have not had a serious argument for many
years, he was only teasing me just now, papa, it is
his way of showing affection.” If possible, his
father’s expression became grimmer. 
	“And how much ‘affection’ does he show you?” 
	“I’m not sure I understand your question.” Elrohir
shivered a little harder, bring his arms up to hug his
chest, suddenly feeling cold. What was wrong with his
father? Why was he asking such things?
	“Are you sleeping with Elladan?” The half-elf
questioned bluntly, though Elrohir was still confused
in his innocence. 
	“Sometimes… when I have a nightmare…” The younger elf
trailed off, not sure if that was the answer his
father wanted, and it obviously wasn’t. 
	“No, Elrohir!” Elrond growled, becoming impatient.
“Does your brother, your twin, does he covet you?” For
a moment Elrohir was so shocked by his father’s
strange and irrational behaviour that he didn’t
comprehend the words said. “Well?” 
	Shaking his head, he tried to think. “What…” He had
been going to ask what his father had said but strong
hands suddenly gripping his shoulders stopped him. 
	“Do you need me to be any plainer, you half-wit
child?!” A sharp shake flung his head back, making a
sharp pain shoot down his spine and he whimpered
weakly. “Elrohir? Oh, my dear son. I am so sorry. Are
you alright?” His father’s voice was suddenly filled
with infinite concern but he turned away as a gentle
hand went to touch his cheek. It may have only been a
small thing but he felt betrayed. He didn’t understand
why his father was acting so strangely and he just
wanted to be left alone, to have Elrond gone. Tears
threatened but he forced them away, managing to sit up
without too much trouble. 
	“What are you doing sitting up?” Elladan demanded as
he returned to the room, Glorfindel in tow. He let out
a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding and got
to his feet, glad when his twin slipped a strong arm
around his waist to steady him. “Elrohir? What is it?”

	“I’m tired, I want to go to bed.” He whispered in
response, leaning against his brother, refusing to
look at his father or the blond elf. The arm around
him tightened and nimble fingers drifted soothingly
through his hair. 
	“Ok, I’ll take you.” They started to head towards the
door but Elladan forced him to halt as their father
spoke. 
	“Elrohir?” The older elf sounded like he was
suffering but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Stepping away from Elladan, he walked from the room,
afraid of what he would say if he responded to his
father. He got halfway to his room before a crippling
pain in his spine caused his knees to give way. The
floor rushed towards him and he winced in anticipation
but then strong, slender arms were around him again
and he was brought up against a warm chest. 
	“I truly worry for you, brother.” Elladan murmured
concernedly, lifting him easily off his feet and
carrying him into his room. “We found Lady Vali.” He
settled the younger elf gently on the bed before
pulling the covers up. “Or rather, we spoke to her
father. It was her cooking but you should both be fine
by tomorrow.” 
	“Thankyou, Elladan.” His brother smiled in response,
placing a chaste kiss to his lips before turning to
leave but Elrohir caught his hand before he could go
anywhere. “Stay… please?” 
	“Anything for you, little one.” 

***

	“Elrohir, may I speak with you a moment?” Glorfindel
laid a hand on his arm and he had no choice but to
comply, moving to the side of the path. 
	“As long as it is only a moment, Elladan will leave
without us if we take too long.” He smiled, meaning it
as a jest but the blond was in a sombre mood and gave
him a stern look. “What is it?” 
	“I think you know.” 
	Elrohir sighed. “Father.” Of course his father would
get Glorfindel to speak to him about their little
rift. Elrond couldn’t possibly try and talk to him
himself, that would mean taking time from his more
important matters. “There is nothing to discuss.” 
	“Really? So why have you barely said two words to him
this past week?” 
	“I do not want to speak of this, Glorfindel. If he
can not be bothered to talk to me himself-” 
	“He has tried.” The older elf broke in smoothly,
imploring him to calm down. “He loves you dearly and
you are making him suffer for no reason.” 
	“When has he tried? What? At the dinner table?” 
	“He has summoned you to his study many times and you
have never felt inclined to turn up. You are being
unfair and you know it.” 
	He opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it
a moment later. This wasn’t helping anyone. But when
he tried to move away the blond wouldn’t let him,
tightening his grip. 
	“Elrohir. Why are you acting this way? It’s not like
you to be so cruel.” 
	“I’m not being cruel!” It wasn’t fair that he was
being made out as the bad guy, not when he wasn’t. He
didn’t really want his father to suffer. “I’m scared.”
He whispered the truth and the blond was taken aback.
He then released the grip on his arm and instead
gripped his chin gently, looking at him carefully, his
eyes almost as unnerving as Elrond’s. 
	“What are you afraid of, young one?” 
	It suddenly seemed very stupid that he was afraid of
his own father. A father who had only ever treated him
kindly, had never raised a hand against him even on
the rare occasions he had deserved it. It was true,
Elrond had shaken him but that was all. He had had a
strange almost crazy look in his dark eyes but perhaps
he had his reasons for being like that. Pulling away
from the older elf he felt rather foolish. 
	“Fine, I will speak with him when we return.” That
seemed to satisfy the blond and they walked to the
stables in silence, where Elladan was indeed about to
leave. 
	“It’s about time.” 
	“You need to learn patience, Elladan.” Glorfindel
commented wisely but the dark-haired elf merely
shrugged in response.
	Elrohir winced as he swung his leg over his horse. He
tried to hide it but when he looked up he found his
brother looking at him with concern. 
	“Maybe you shouldn’t come.” Elladan commented,
concern clear in his voice. “If we run into any orcs I
don’t want you getting hurt because you are not well.”
	“I am well, brother. I have been recovered for days.
You needn’t worry about me.” He then spurred his horse
forward. “Worry about your own health.” He had never
really noticed how protective his twin was of him
before but it was really starting to annoy him. It was
like Elladan thought of him as a fragile child to be
protected.

	Elrohir was now sorely regretting his earlier words.
They had run into orcs, and after a few swings of his
sword he realised he wasn’t well enough for battle.
Every time he lifted his blade, slashing at an
opponent or blocking an attack, a sliver of pain would
shoot through his back. They had only been battling
for a minute when the pain increased becoming almost
unbearable and he felt rivulets of sweat trickling
over his skin.
	Sinking his sword into the gut of one of the foul
creatures he glanced around quickly, noticing not even
half the orcs were slain yet, and both his companions
were at the other end of the fight. If he collapsed,
as his legs so wanted to do, there would be no aid. He
sensed an orc behind him and spun just in time to
block a deadly blow but the force of it made him
stumble back in his weak condition. He heard someone
call his name but it was too late, something heavy hit
him hard in the side and his sword slipped from his
grasp as he fell. Laughing gruffly, the orc stood over
his sprawled form and raised its club for a final
killing blow, but all he could do was stare at the
creature, his body in too much pain to move. As the
weapon swung down his last thought was of his brother,
if only he had listened to Elladan, all would be well.
	But the blow never landed. Instead an elven arrow
sunk into the beast’s eye, felling it instantly. A
moment later bother Elladan and Glorfindel were by his
side, covered in orc blood but uninjured. His brother
ran panicked hands over his form as if he would be
able to tell anything through his mail. 
	“I’m fine, Elladan.” He managed to choke out. There
was a dull throbbing in his hip but his back no longer
hurt. 
	“You could have been killed, you fool!” Elladan
exclaimed angrily but when he looked up at his brother
he found the dark eyes filled with tears. He felt
guilty for worrying his brother and looked back at the
ground, his cheeks flushed with shame and feeling
useless. 
	Another elf then appeared, claiming his arrow from
the orc and giving the twins a smug look. “It seems I
came just in time. It’s not like you to be so
careless, Elrohir.” 
	“He is too weak to fight, Haldir.” His brother told
the blond and Elrohir felt an unexplainable hurt that
Elladan would speak so badly of him to the Lorien elf.
The blond merely laughed before pulling Elladan to his
feet and embracing him warmly. They then started
joking and laughing together, Elladan merely glancing
back at him contemptuously as the two walked off. He
stared after them until a gentle and concerned voice
brought him back to the fact Glorfindel was still
kneeling by him. 
	“What did you say?” 
	The older elf frowned, gently pushing dark hair from
his face. “I asked where you are injured.” 
	“Oh. I think I’m just bruised.” He answered, laying
his hand against his right hip, wincing a little from
the contact. “Yes, just bruised.” 
	“And that is the only injury you have?” The elder
questioned dubiously. He was about to answer ‘yes’ but
the hard look in Glorfindel’s eyes made him change his
mind.
	“I… I think my back is hurt.” The blond didn’t
comment, only waited patiently for him to continue.
“For the past week I have gotten occasional sharp
pains in my spine but I didn’t think it was so bad
until I was fighting. When that blow hit my side I was
about ready to collapse anyway.” Looking down he
fiddled with the end of his braid nervously. “I would
not have come, had I known, Glorfindel. I’m not
stupid, nor do I wish my death.” 
	“I know, young one.” Letting out a sigh the older elf
stroked his cheek affectionately. “But you will let
your father check you over properly when we get back,
won’t you?” 
	“Yes. I just hope he does not get angry with me for
hiding my injury.” A little shiver ran through him as
he remembered the crazed look that had been in his
father’s normally gentle gaze. He just wondered if he
should hide the fact that Elrond had actually been the
one to cause his injury.


Title: Foolish Secrets – Part 2
Author: Haleth (seraphtear@yahoo.com.au)
Pairings: Elrohir/Elladan, also little bit,
Haldir/Elladan and Glorfindel/Elrond.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elrohir seems to be suffering from some
unknown grief and Elladan finds out that his brother
has been keeping secrets from him. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own the LOTR characters or world.
Warning: This story contains incest.
Authors Note: Thanks to those of you who sent my
pretty emails for the first part of this fic. It
encouraged me to write this. And I hope I will get
lots more pretty emails in the future.


***
	“Elladan?” Looking up sharply he found Haldir looking
at him with amusement. “You have been poking at that
piece of meat for the past ten minutes. I believe it
is dead.” 
	“Ha, ha. You are so funny, Haldir.” 
	Glancing around the almost deserted hall, he leaned a
little closer to the dark-haired elf. “What is
bothering you, my friend? I have come to see you, all
the way from my fair forest and all you do is mope.” 
	“It is nothing. I’m fine.” He pushed his plate away,
leaning back in his chair. “I’m just full, that’s
all.” 
	“Of course it is ‘nothing’. A tall, slender,
raven-haired ‘nothing’.” Haldir smirked, winking
conspiratorially. “Why don’t you go check your
‘nothing’ is well? I’m sure it will make you feel
better.” 
	“Haldir!” Elladan exclaimed in horror before grabbing
his friend’s arm and dragging him from the hall. When
they were safely away from any prying ears he stopped,
glaring at the other elf. “Just what the hell are you
insinuating?” 
	“Lilyren. I heard she hurt her finger while sewing.
Is it not she that holds your… heart?” 
	“Lilyren?” He breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Yes,
of course. I am terribly worried about her… finger. I
shall go and check on her now.” 
	The Lorien elf threw an arm around his shoulders.
“And I shall come with you my friend, unless you wish
to check on Elrohir first?” 
	“Why would I want to do that? He was stupid enough to
get himself hurt, what do I care how he is?” 
	“If I didn’t know any better, my friend, I would
think you are acting rather defensive. It is natural
to care for your brother, you can admit it.” 
	“Don’t you have someone else to pester?”
	“No, I’m all yours.” He then leaned closer, purring
into the twin’s ear. “For anything you want.”
Elladan’s steps faltered and he froze. “Forget about
the silly she-elf. Let us go to your room and find
something entertaining to occupy our afternoon.” 
	“Alright.” Anything to distract him from the vision
of his brother falling under the orcs’ assault. He had
been so scared, if Haldir had turned up one second
later… he didn’t want to think about what would have
happened. He followed numbly where the blond elf led
him, too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice which
corridor they were heading down. Yes, Haldir would
prove a pleasant distraction, he always did. At times
he felt bad for using the Lorien elf, but he had a
feeling he wasn’t the only one. Someone had captured
Haldir’s heart, of that he was sure, he was also sure
it wasn’t him. 
	“You think too much, Ella.” 
	Elladan came out of his reverie to stare at the
closed door that Haldir had lead him to. “This isn’t
my room.” 
	“No. I thought I would check on him, since his room
is on the way. You might not want to know how he is
but I do.” 
	He gave him an incredulous look. “But you don’t even
like Elrohir.” 
	“That’s not true.” Haldir corrected patiently. “I
quite like your brother, he is the one that hates my
very bones. Though I cannot for the life of me figure
out why.” Hazel eyes studied him thoughtfully before
the blond shrugged. “Come, we shall be quiet, for I
think he will be sleeping.” 

***

	As soon as they rode through the gates, he saw his
father rushing towards them, Erestor in tow. He winced
a little as Glorfindel helped him down but managed to
stay standing on his own. His side still hurt but it
didn’t seem too bad, he just felt exhausted and hoped
his father would not spend too long looking over his
injuries. He had promised Glorfindel that he would
speak to his father but now was not the time, it would
be best to leave that to when he could think straight.

	“Are you alright, son? Elladan told me what happened,
though he was rather abrupt.” Elrond questioned with
concern, one arm slipping around his waist to usher
him inside. 
	“I’m fine papa, just a bit bruised and weary.” His
eyes drifted shut of their own accord and he was
thankful, if a little embarrassed, when strong arms
lifted him, carrying him the rest of the way inside.
Distantly, he heard his father and Glorfindel’s
soothing voices but he didn’t become fully conscious
again until he was set down on his bed, stripped down
to his shirt and leggings. The shirt was then lifted
and Elrond studied the blossoming bruise with a frown
on his lips. 
	“I do not like the look of this. It is not like you
to bruise so badly.” 
	“His back also pains him.” The blond eldar added,
giving the young elf a pointed look. “It has been so
for a week and has not been healing.” 
	“Is this correct, Elrohir?” His father questioned as
he applied a healing poultice to the large bruise with
gentle fingers. He could only nod in response, turning
away as pain caused his eyes to water. He had never
known a mere bruise to cause so much pain, not when
his father was being so careful. “Turn over.” Elrond
ordered quietly, helping remove his shirt as he did
so. Nimble finger then danced along his spine,
occasionally testing the bones in places. He had to
bite his lip to keep from crying out as a small point
on the back of his neck was pressed. Elrond sensed his
pain and removed the pressure, stroking his hair
soothingly. 
	“How did this happen, young one?” 
	“Glorfindel, will you please go and have a sleeping
infusion made up?” 
	“Of course, my lord.” For a moment he thought the
eldar wouldn’t leave but then he was alone with his
father. 
	“Did you have this the day you were unwell?” Elrond
asked carefully. Elrohir turned over, looking up to
see his father’s eyes filled with guilt, it was
obvious what Elrond suspected, the trouble was, he
couldn’t lie and say that wasn’t the truth. 
	“You caused it, father, when you shook me.” He
admitted gently, reaching to take one of the Lord’s
hands to let him know it was alright. “It was an
accident, I know…” 
	“It is impossible, little Elrohir.” Elrond shook his
head. “I did not shake you hard enough to hurt you so.
Physically it is impossible for me to do so.” 
	“I don’t know papa.” He sighed, leaning back against
the pillows. “My side should also not hurt so much,
but it does.” Elrond looked thoughtfully, one
long-fingered hand brushing the silky hair from his
son’s face the other set of fingers tapping his chin. 
	“Perhaps… I hate to think it, Elrohir, for I would
like to think you are happy. But it is possible for
our kind to be effected by our emotions. If you have
some deep grief, that could be the cause.” 
	“But I don’t.” He shook his head. “I am happy, papa,
that can’t be what is wrong.” 
	“Do you miss your mother?”
	“A little. But she spends so much time in Lorien I am
used to her being there. Besides, I know I can always
go and visit her.” 
	“Then I know not what the problem may be.” 
	“Don’t worry, father, I’m sure I will be fine. I just
need to rest awhile.” He then smiled, letting his eyes
drift shut. “Poor Glorfindel… all that way and I’m
asleep… on my own…” 

	Haldir started opening the door silently but then
froze as they heard two hushed voices, speaking
urgently about something. After a moment he recognised
his old teacher’s voice… and his father. Shoving the
blond gently out the way he lent his ear to the crack,
feeling a little guilty for eavesdropping but he
couldn’t help it. He could now make out the
conversation clearly, though hearing it didn’t help
much in understanding it. 
	“What does it matter? Let them be happy, love, there
is no shame in that.” Love? Elladan’s mouth hung open,
why was Glorfindel calling his father ‘love’? 
	“No shame? It is unnatural and I won’t have it under
my roof!” 
	“I have never known you to be so hypocritical
before.” 
	“What are you talking about, Lord Glorfindel?” 
	“I’m not a fool, Elrond, nor am I ignorant. I know
what you did with…” The eldar trailed off and Elladan
swiftly jumped back from the door as it was opened.
The blond gave him a hard look. “Do you have anything
to say for yourself, young one?” 
	“I…I just came to check on Elrohir.” 
	“But when he heard you two talking he couldn’t help
but eavesdrop.” Haldir added with a smirk, dancing
back as Elladan tried to hit him. 
	“What did you two hear?” 
	“Nothing.” He shook his head, dark hair flying. “At
least nothing that made sense.” He then peered at the
blond eldar carefully. “You called father ‘love’.” 
	“That is not something to discuss in the corridor,
Elladan.” Glorfindel pinned the other blond with his
gaze. “Haldir, you don’t mind staying to keep an eye
on Elrohir, do you?” 
	“Of course not.” The Lorien elf smiled, as if the
whole situation was a jest. He then entered the room
and Elrond exited, closing the door softly behind him
and leading them down the corridor to his study. As
they went, he felt increasingly nervous, how furious
would his father be? Yet even as he feared a scolding
he couldn’t help but be curious as to what kind of
relationship his father and Glorfindel actually had. 
	Elrond sat down heavily behind his desk, the eldar
standing behind him, resting comforting hands on his
shoulders as they both looked at him with weary
patience. Suddenly wanting to flee, he forced his body
to sit, clasping his hands in his lap to keep from
fiddling. “Father…”
	“Glorfindel and I are… together.” Elrond answered the
silent question, looking a tad more at ease once the
words were said. 
	“We have been meaning to tell you for some time,
young one, but we were afraid of how you would react.
You always have been rather… passionate.” 
	“Hot-headed, you mean?” He grinned, loving the
shocked looks that caused. “What? You think I wouldn’t
be happy for you two? Glorfindel always has been kind
of like a mother to me.” 
	“Elladan.” 
	Elrond laughed. “I am glad you feel that way, son.
Though I would appreciate you not finding out these
things by eavesdropping.” 
	“I’m sorry father.” He hung his head momentarily in
shame, until he realised something. “I am happy you
two are together… but Elrohir? He has always loved
mother dearly, he may not take it so well, perhaps we
should not tell him just yet?” 
	The two older elves swapped looks, an awkward tension
suddenly filling the room. “The thing is, Elladan…”
Glorfindel began only to have Elrond interrupt. 
	“Your brother already knows. And he did in fact take
it as well as you.” 
	“What? When? Why didn’t he tell me?” He felt angry
and hurt at the same time, they had promised to never
keep anything from each other, and here Elrohir had
been keeping this from him. 
	“Don’t be angry with him, Elladan. We made him
promise not to say anything to you.” Glorfindel told
him gently, moving around the desk to lay a hand on
his shoulder. 
	“When?” 
	“The day he accidentally broke Glorfindel’s finger
during sword practice.” 
	“That was four years ago!” He stood, knocking the
eldar’s hand away. “You’ve been meaning to tell me for
that long?!” He couldn’t believe Elrohir had kept this
from him for so long, he decided that hurt more than
any other deception in this whole affair. 
	“Please calm down, my son.” 
	“No! I’m going for a walk.” He then spun on his heal,
leaving the room before either elf could stop him. He
needed to be alone and he knew just the place to go. 

***

	Haldir had been profoundly relieved when Elrond had
returned to watch over his son. It wasn’t that he
didn’t like Elrohir but he had no idea what he would
have done had the youth woken up with just him there.
He had told Elladan he didn’t know why Elrohir didn’t
like him, but he had his suspicions. Unfortunately he
needed just a little more evidence before he could act
on anything, he cared for Elladan too much to risk
having him hurt by false hopes. 
	“Guardian Haldir.” 
	He forced back a groan, turning to face the
dark-haired elf walking his way. Just the elf he
didn’t want to see. “Counsellor Erestor.” He gave a
respectful nod of his head, trying not to look at
those chocolate-coloured orbs. 
	“I did not know you were back in Imladris.” 
	“I only got here a couple of hours ago.” He started
trying to edge away but the Rivendell elf didn’t take
the hint, merely moving with him. 
	“Do you plan on staying long?” 
	“Perhaps, a few weeks…” 
	“That is all? Is it so busy in Lorien that you must
leave us so quickly?” 
	He forced his heart to quell at the ‘us’ that had so
easily slipped past the brunette’s lips. “Yes.” He
then stepped away, blindingly obvious with his
movement. “If you will excuse me, Counsellor, I must
go.” 
	“Why?” A slender, soft-skinned hand gripped his
wrist, halting his escape. “What is wrong, Haldir? Are
you unwell?” 
	“I am fine. If you will release me…” 
	“Why won’t you look at me?” There was a strange
emotion in the councillor’s soft cultured voice that
caused him to finally lift his head. Though he focused
on the other elf’s elegant nose, refusing to allow his
gaze to wander into those dark eyes. 
	“I am looking at you.” He let out a nervous laugh,
suddenly feeling like an uncertain elfling. Erestor
looked puzzled before releasing the blond’s wrist and
lifting his hand to his nose, a couple of slim fingers
brushing the end of it. 
	“Is there something on my nose?”
	“No.” Haldir replied quickly, backing up a step.
“What makes you think there would be?” 
	“You… Never mind.” His shoulders slumped a little and
he looked away. “Perhaps I will see you again before
you leave, Guardian Haldir.” The words were almost
whispered and as the counsellor walked away he was
left feeling a little stupid, some tiny nagging
revelation pounding in the back of his mind that he
refused to hear. Dazedly, he turned around, taking a
step and almost knocking over a young elfess. She
blinked thick eyelashes at him innocently, reaching
out to steady herself with a hand against his chest. 
	“Oh, dear. You gave me rather a scare. I did not see
you there.” She told him breathlessly, large pale blue
eyes gazing at him adoringly. “But now that I do see
you, I don’t know how I could have missed you.” 
	“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have moved so abruptly.” He
stepped back as he spoke, for some reason not liking
her touch. He then frowned as he realised how familiar
she seemed. “Have we met before?” 
	“Oh, I don’t think so. I would remember meeting
someone as handsome as you.” She purred, holding out
her hand for him to kiss. “I am Lady Vali.” He shook
her hand instead, causing her pretty face to screw up
a little in indignation. 
	“Haldir. Haldir of Lorien.” She froze at those words,
fear entering her large eyes before it quickly
vanished and she stepped back, pulling her hand away. 
	“It was nice meeting you, Haldir.” She commented
tersely before walking off, leaving him even more
confused than he had been before she had run into him.
There was definitely something familiar about the
girl, and he had a feeling that her innocence was a
total farce. 

***

	It was a beautiful spot. Lazy water trickling down a
small fall to fill a lake surrounded by rocks on one
side and grassy banks on the other. Lying on the
sun-warmed grass, he watched the placid water as the
area slowly darkened with the sinking of the sun. Very
few ever came here so he knew he wouldn’t be
disturbed. He smiled as he remembered the day Elrohir
had discovered their secret spot, his brother had
rushed back to tell him, forgetting to put his shoes
back on. He had had so many scratches and cuts on his
little feet that he hadn’t been able to take him to
see the lake until a week later. When they were young
Elrohir had always been doing silly things like that,
always daydreaming until he forgot the simplest of
things. 
	Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure his
brother had gotten over that. Just the other day he
had seen Elrohir bump straight into a pretty elfess
because he had been trying to read and walk at the
same time. The remembered scene forced laughter from
him, though he was still trying to be upset. It was
just so hard to be miserable when thinking of his
little brother, he was just such a sweet silly little
thing. Another memory came to him and this time he let
himself become lost in it. 

	One night, many years before, when they had still
been growing, he had woken from a particularly vivid
dream and had not been able to get back to sleep.
Giving up he had wandered into his brother’s bedroom
only to find him not there. There were only two places
his brother would go so late at night, so he checked
the library first only to find it deserted. He sighed,
debating whether it was worth the effort to walk all
the way to the lake, or if he should just go back to
bed. Boredom eventually won over laziness. 
	As he had suspected, he found his brother swimming in
the cool waters, his sleek body darting back and forth
with speed and grace. Elladan watched for awhile, he
was often jealous of how his brother moved so easily
through water, but then he thought of his brother
trying to climb a tree and his jealousy dissolved into
laughter. Elrohir froze, realising he wasn’t alone but
a moment later he relaxed, floating lazily in the
water and regarding his brother with large curious
eyes. 
	“What are you laughing at?” 
	He smiled, sitting down on the grassy bank to watch
his brother, not game to join him in the water. It was
far too cold for swimming. “I was just remembering
when Glorfindel came to find us for our lessons and we
tried to hide in the trees. You didn’t get half-way up
before you fell, right on Glorfindel.” 
	“That wasn’t funny.” Elrohir pouted cutely. “I got a
week’s worth of kitchen duty for that and you just
stayed hidden, deserter.” 
	“It is written nowhere that I must suffer with you
when you do silly things.” 
	“Yes it is.” The younger twin waded towards the bank,
an evil smirk on his lips. 
	“Elrohir…” He fixed his twin with a serious glare.
“Don’t you dare wet me. It is too cold and that would
be very, very mean of you.” 
	“Fine.” He sighed and Elladan smiled, his brother was
such a softy. Elrohir got out of the water, flicking
water off before quickly pulling his nightshirt on.
Giving a little shiver he plopped down next to his
brother before cuddling up to him, letting out a
contented sigh as Elladan’s arm snaked around his
waist, holding him close. 
	“Don’t tell me you came all the way out here only
wearing this.” He tugged the soft white fabric,
frowning but the younger twin merely smiled and
shrugged. 
	“Ok, I won’t tell you.” 
	“Elrohir!” He exclaimed exasperatedly, opening his
robe and drawing the other closer until there legs
were tangled and Elrohir’s head rested against his
shoulder, the thick fabric of the robe covering them
both. “Sometimes I wonder about your sanity, to wander
around the forest on a cold night like this with only
your nightshirt. Not to mention the fact you went
swimming in icy water.” 
	“It wasn’t cold when I left.” Elrohir murmured,
snuggling against him sucking away all of Elladan’s
warmth, not that he was going to complain. He could
never deny Elrohir a thing, not when he looked at him
with those big pale puppy-dog eyes. “And the water was
nice.” 
	“You are silly, little one, but I love you.” 
	“I love you too, Ladan, but I’m not little.” 
	“But you are silly?” 
	“Shut up.” 
	He did as he was told, enjoying the peacefulness
around them and the warm body pressed close. Once
Elrohir stopped shivering he felt like he could stay
like this forever and be content. He didn’t know why
but he always felt better when his twin was close. It
was as if he wasn’t whole without Elrohir, and when
they were together he was complete. Elrohir’s damp
head rested against him softly, warm breath caressing
his neck and he began to wonder if his brother had
fallen asleep, but then a soft voice spoke, startling
him a little. 
	“Mmm… ‘adan?” 
	“What is it, sleepyhead?” 
	“This is my favourite place…” 
	“Mine too.” He agreed easily, giving his brother a
gentle squeeze. “You like it ‘cause of the water,
huh?” 
	“Little bit. Also ‘cause it’s pretty, and the rocks
are nice in the day, warm and lazy.” 
	“The rocks are lazy?” 
	“Mmm-hmm. Real lazy. Why do you like it?” 
	“Well, I like the lazy rocks too.” He smiled as
Elrohir giggled, gripping a fistful of his shirt in
one slim-fingered hand. “But most of all, I like it
because…” Placing fingers under his twin’s chin he
lifted his face to look at him, drowning in those
large sleepy eyes for a moment. “Because you’re always
here.” He had been so close to kissing his brother
then but Elrohir had giggled again, ruining the moment
and snuggling back against him. 
	“That’s a silly reason, Ladan.” 

	“A silly reason indeed.” He murmured, brushing his
tears away on the back of his sleeve. He knew Elrohir
didn’t mean to hurt him but he still did, with his
persistent innocent ignorance. It wasn’t fair. Why did
he have to love the one he could never have? Why
couldn’t he love Haldir instead? Or even some stupid
elfess, it wouldn’t matter as long as he could have
them, hold them… make love to them. 
	“I thought I would find you here.” 
	“I need you, Haldir.” 
	Strong hands settled on his shoulders and a soft kiss
was placed to his neck, causing him to shiver. “I need
you too.” The older elf purred. “Just a night of
distraction.” 


Title: Foolish Secrets – Part 3
Author: Haleth (seraphtear@yahoo.com.au)
Pairings: Elrohir/Elladan, also little bit,
Haldir/Elladan, Glorfindel/Elrond and Erestor/Haldir.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elrohir is poisoned. Will the culprit be
discovered before it is too late?
Disclaimer: I don’t own the LOTR characters or world.
Warning: This story contains incest.
Authors Note: Please, please comment. I feel
neglected.

***

	Someone was pulling his hair insistently. He swatted
blindly at the offending fingers but only ended up
lifting his arm a fraction off the mattress before his
side reminded him it was injured. Letting out a small
groan of pain he forced his eyes open to see someone
hovering over him, all blond hair and big blue eyes.
For several seconds he could only blink stupidly
having no idea who it was that was smiling down at
him. 
	“Lady Vali?” He asked carefully and her smile
widened. 
	“Yes, my lord, tis I. Are you hurt?”
	“A little… I was fighting orcs…” He trailed off, for
some reason finding it hard to focus on her face. “I
do not mean to be rude but how did you get in here?” 
	“Elladan let me in, of course.” She laughed softly at
his puzzlement before stroking his cheek
affectionately. “My poor beautiful lord, you really
are all muddled up.” 
	“Elladan?” He tried to look past her but her hands
cupped his face, holding him still. “Where is he?” 
	“He left.” Her smile suddenly didn’t seem so innocent
and sweet. “With some tall blond.” 
	“Haldir?” How could Elladan leave him alone with the
doting elfess, to run off with that slutty blond, no
less? And where was everyone else? He was sure it
wasn’t appropriate for them to be alone in his
bedroom, even if he was unwell. 
	“If that is his name.” She shrugged before letting
him go and taking a goblet from the bedside table. “I
have something for you. It will make you feel better.”

	“What is it?” He couldn’t help but be suspicious,
especially when the last consumable item she had given
him had given him terrible stomach cramps. 
	She seemed surprised he would ask such a thing. “A
drink, one would presume. Your father left it for me
to give to you when you woke.” 
	“Oh. I suppose I should drink it then.” 
	“Yes, you should.” She smiled, holding the cup to his
lips and he dutifully drank the bitter liquid, his
dazed mind not even wondering why both his father and
Elladan would choose to leave him in the care of an
elf he hardly knew. Once he had swallowed it all she
set the goblet back on the table, a strange smile
curving her lips. “There you are, my pretty, pretty.” 
	He blinked, frowning as he realised it was becoming
almost impossible to keep her face in focus. His hand
flew to his chest as there was a sudden burning
sensation in his esophageus, making it difficult to
breath. Moaning dazedly, he reached out blindly to
grip her arm, looking at her pleadingly. “It burns…”
She merely smiled patronizingly and patted his hand. 
	“Oh, you poor dear. Your father must not like you
very much to make you hurt so.” 
	“You…” He struggled to speak but it was so hard, his
whole body felt strange as the heat spread causing
sweat to form on his forehead, trickling down the side
of his face to dampen his hair. “You… poi…” Her hands
were suddenly stroking his face, seeming to soothe him
even as he slipped deeper into the painful haze. The
last thing he heard was her laughter and her taunting
voice telling him to sleep, that all would be well. 

***

	“Have you spoken with Elladan yet this morning, my
lord?” 
	“Nay, my love.” His eyes left the papers before him
and instead looked at the beautiful eldar standing
before his desk, watching him with concern. “He left
at dawn, to hunt I presume. But Erestor told me Haldir
went with him, so at least he is not alone.” 
	“Hmm. It was a lucky coincidence the guardian came to
visit when he did, Elladan will need time away from
his family for a while, I think.” 
	“I suppose.” Elrond sighed, resting his head in his
hands. “I don’t even think it was the fact we kept our
relationship from him. I fear he is more worried about
the fact Elrohir didn’t tell him.” 
	“Elrond.” Strong hands settled on his shoulders,
slowly working at the tension there. “Why do you
insist on fearing what is in their hearts?” 
	“Because it is wrong.” 
	“You don’t really believe that.” Glorfindel crouched
next to him, taking his hands to hold them in his own.
“I know what you shared with your brother.” 
	“And then I didn’t realise my mistake, but I do now.
It was that very thing that tore us apart, afterwards
we were never the same. We realised we didn’t want
what we had but we couldn’t go back to just being
brothers, not after that… so we stopped being friends.
I don’t want what happened to Elros and I to happen to
my sons. I just want them to be happy.” 
	“Perhaps what they have is different.” 
	“Glorfindel…” He sighed, standing and pulling the
blond up with him. “Listen to us, discussing how they
feel for one another when they don’t even know.” 
	“They don’t?” The eldar looked sceptical. “But
Elladan is so obvious to any who know him.” 
	“Any but poor daydreaming Elrohir.”
	“He doesn’t know?” 
	“I don’t believe so. At least I would like to think
he doesn’t, or else he has lied to me.” Elrond shook
his head. “No, Glorfindel, I am sure he doesn’t know.”

	“But he does return his brother’s feelings?” 
	“I don’t know.” Letting out a weary sigh he collapsed
against the eldar. “Can we please stop talking about
my foolish children?” 
	“As you wish, my lord.” Elrond’s hand was taken and
he was led from the room. “Come, we shall go for a
walk, it is a lovely day and you need a break from
your papers.” 
	“Fine, I just wish to check on Elrohir on the way.” 

***

	“I will never tire of this spot.” Glorfindel
commented as he leaned against the railing, looking
over into the small stream, which ran beneath them.
“This is by far the most beautiful garden in Imladris.
And it definitely has the most stunning features.”
Elrond turned his gaze to see his lover looking at him
rather lustfully. He smiled gently, laying his hand
over the one Glorfindel had on the railing. 
	“It is early in the day to be having such thoughts,
my heart.” 
	“I’m sure we could disappear for an hour before
lunch.” The eldar then sighed, looking passed him,
“Unless your favourite counsellor is coming to drag
you away.” 
	Turning, he saw Erestor come wondering up the path,
looking less elegant than usual, as if he had not
gotten much sleep the night before and was feeling
lazy while dressing that morning. His long
mahogany-coloured hair was tied back loosely in one
thick braid, a few stray strands flying gently about
his face in the soft morning breeze. “I do not think
he will be dragging anyone anywhere today.” Elrond
whispered to his lover before calling a greeting to
the counsellor who looked a little startled, like he
had not noticed them there. Walking over he gave a
respectful nod of his head. 
	“My lord. Glorfindel.” 
	“Counsellor Erestor.” The blond eldar smirked,
looking the counsellor over slowly and deliberately.
“You look… different this morning.” 
	Elrond nudged him, less than subtly but Erestor
didn’t seem to notice. “Is something wrong, Erestor?” 
	“No, my lord, I am merely a little tired. How does
Elrohir fair?” 
	“He was sleeping when I checked on him, he did feel a
little warm but the room was stuffy. I’m sure he will
be fine in a few days.” 
	“I am glad, my lord.” He smiled, the gesture seeming
forced. “If you will excuse me.” 
	“Of course.” Once the brunette had walked away he
frowned, turning to his lover. “It seems everyone is
disturbed by something.” 
	“Disturbed? I should say ‘infatuated’ would be a more
correct term.” Glorfindel commented wryly, snaking one
strong arm around Elrond’s waist. 
	“Infatuated?” He laughed. “There is no one who could
break the ice around our dear counsellor’s correct and
proper heart.” 
	Glorfindel grinned, leaning down to mock whisper in
his ear. “A certain guardian from Lorien already has.”

	“No.” He smiled, surely his lover was joking.
	“I kid you not.” 
	“How is it you come to hear these things, my love?
You are worse than a gossiping maidservant.” 
	“You were not likening me to a maidservant last
night.” The blond purred, pulling him closer. 
	“It is too early in the day for your thoughts. I have
important things to do today.” 
	“Like sign papers?” 
	“Like sign papers.” He smiled, placing a quick kiss
to the eldar’s lips before pulling away. “And keep an
eye on my chief counsellor. I wouldn’t want him to do
something rash in his infatuated state.” 
	“Ah, you don’t believe me.” 
	“You should not listen to so many crazy rumours, my
love, they will lead you astray.” 
	“I don’t listen to the crazy rumours, just the
interesting ones.” 
	“Was this I hear about rumours?” Haldir questioned
cheerily as he came walking over, Elladan in tow.
Elrond smiled pleasantly, glad when Elladan returned
the gesture, at least he wasn’t angry with him anymore
and he could only hope he would refrain from yelling
at Elrohir until the younger twin had recovered from
his injuries. 
	“Lord Glorfindel was just informing me that
Counsellor Erestor is in love with you.” He had meant
it as a jest but the reaction he got made him regret
his words. Haldir paled considerably, all expression
leaving his face. Behind the guardian Glorfindel was
giving him a ‘very bad move’ signal. The only
concession was the fact Elladan seemed blissfully
unaware of the whole exchange. 
	“I’m going to go check on Elrohir.” When he didn’t
get any response from the three elder elves he merely
walked away, lost in his thoughts. 
	“Just a silly false rumour, I’m sure, Haldir.” He
tried to smooth over his mistake but it seemed his
words only made the guardian more… whatever emotion it
was he was showing.
	“Have to go.” The Lorien elf murmured numbly before
making a hasty retreat. 
	“Nicely done, Elrond. I think I’ve discovered where
Elrohir gets his blissful ignorance from.”
	“Well you should not have said anything to me in the
first place. And you can just stop having lustful
thoughts about me because I shall not be letting you
into my room tonight.” He then spun quickly on his
heel, walking off before he could regret those words
as well. It was all just getting too complicated. As
if ruling Imladris wasn’t a hard enough task already
without dealing with the elves in it. 

***

	Sitting by the bed he picked up one of the slender
hands resting on the bedspread and trapped it in both
of his. The skin was so silky and soft but a little
too warm. It made him feel guilty for not coming to
see his brother sooner. Elrohir didn’t look well at
all, his skin so pale he looked like he had already
passed on, dark hair spread carelessly all over the
pillows and his slim shoulders. At least there was
colour to his lips… deliciously tempting lips tinted a
soft pink… 
	Before he knew what he was doing he had leant over
and settled his lips very lightly against his
brother’s. Elrohir stayed motionless, so he risked
pressing a little harder daring to dart his tongue out
to taste the velvety smooth flesh. They had shared
many kisses before, just quick pecks, but he had never
realised how sweet his brother tasted before. The
younger twin made a very small sound in the back of
his throat and his lips opened a little, enough for
Elladan’s tongue to slip past. He frowned, suddenly
pulling back and glancing around for the water jug.
Their father had obviously given Elrohir something to
help him sleep because there was a very bitter herbal
taste in his mouth. 
	He gave up on searching when his brother made another
small sound, his head turning to the side. Patting the
dark strands he found them damp and frowned as he
noticed the small beads of sweat forming on Elrohir’s
forehead. Could his twin really be ill? Was that even
possible? His brother made another small sound and
whispered a few soft words, one of which sounded
suspiciously like ‘poisoned’. He wasn’t liking this at
all. 
	“Elrohir. Lovely one, please wake up.” He urged,
cupping the side of that sweet face, running his thumb
across the smooth skin. “Please, you must me alright.
You are worrying me and I don’t like it.” 
	“ ‘adan…” He almost cried with relief as those large
pale eyes blinked slowly open. Gripping his brother’s
hand tightly he continued to caress his face, smiling
down at the fey creature before him. 
	“I’m here, little one. You don’t look well, how do
you feel?” 
	“Tired.” A yawn emphasised his point. “What are you
doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Haldir?” 
	“You sound bitter, Elrohir. Are you jealous?” 
	“No.” He looked confused. “I don’t even like Haldir,
why should I be jealous?” 
	There, he had done it again without even realising.
He removed his hands as if Elrohir’s skin had scolded
him. “No reason.” 
	“Now you sound bitter.” Elrohir smiled tiredly,
obviously trying to lighten the mood. “Did you want me
to be jealous?” 
	“No. And I’m not bitter, brother, I’m angry. Angry
with you. You lied to me.” 
	“When?” Elrohir blinked in honest confusion, which
only served to increase Elladan’s anger. It made him
wonder just how many other secrets his brother was
keeping from him for him to be able to act so
innocent. Elrohir’s innocence had been something he
had always loved but now he knew it for the lie it
was. 
	“You’ve been lying to me for the past four years,
Elrohir, do not try and deny it.” 
	“What… Oh.”
	“Oh? Damn it, Elrohir! Is that all you can say to
me?!” 
	“Please don’t yell, brother. I never lied to you, I
just didn’t tell you.” 
	His hand came down before he could think and it
seemed to him the slap was painfully loud in the
suddenly silent room. They were both just as shocked
by what Elladan had done and Elrohir dazedly raised a
hand to his stinging cheek. 
	“You should have told me.” Elladan insisted, too
angry to calm done even after what he had done.
	“I could not. I promised father I wouldn’t.” 
	“So you chose him over me? How could you, Elrohir?
After all the promises we made? You promised me you
would never keep any secrets from me. You promised you
would never keep anything from me. But you have!” He
turned around, crossing his arms, unable to face his
twin any longer. “Just how many other secrets have you
kept from me, brother? How many more lies have you
told me, without thought? I used to think you were the
one person that I could trust explicitly. My sweet
innocent brother. But you are not, you are just a
stupid ignorant brat.” 
	“It was not my secret to tell. And I have kept
nothing else from you… though I’m sure you don’t
believe me.” He had never heard a voice sound so timid
and full of heartbreak and he turned back around,
feeling his own heart twist as he saw the tears
trickling down Elrohir’s cheeks. He had made the elf
he loved with all his heart cry. Cursing softly he
wished he didn’t have to have such a temper. Always
acting too quickly and too harshly, he only ended up
regretting his actions. He felt awful because deep
down he knew Elrohir had only done what he had thought
he had to. Elladan would have done the same thing if
their roles in the situation had been reversed… but
Elrohir never would have hit him.
	“I’m sorry.” Sitting on the bed he tried to coax
Elrohir into his arms but his twin’s hands pushed at
him weakly.
	“Please don’t. My whole body aches, and it’s too hot
for you to hold me.” Elrohir explained with a little
sniffle, wiping his tears away with one hand. He
nodded and instead stroked his brother’s hair away
from his face, resisting the urge to kiss the moisture
from those thick lashes.
	“Do you forgive me though? I…overreacted, and I’m so
sorry. I never should have hit you, or called you a
brat, that’s not true. I was just…”
	“Hurt.” Elrohir offered him a tremulous smile. “I
will always forgive you anything, Elladan, you know
that. But…do you forgive me? I should have told you. I
just, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t choose father
over you, honestly. I could never…”
	“Shh, it’s alright.” He tried to sooth his brother
with gentle words and soft touches but a few more
tears still fell anyway. “Are you going to be alright,
love?”
	“Yes.” Elrohir sniffled again but this time his smile
was more genuine. “I’ll be fine if it will just cool
down a little. I thought it was supposed to be Fall.”
	“Elrohir.” Laying a hand on his brother’s forehead he
felt a deep dread in his heart as the unnatural heat
made his skin tingle. “It is not warm. You are burning
up. How badly were you hurt yesterday?”
	“Just a bruise.” The younger elf yawned, not really
seeming concerned with his own health. “I’m so tired,
‘adan, I had this strange dream this morning. Lady
Vali…” Yawning again, his eyes fluttered shut and
didn’t reopen.


Title: Foolish Secrets – Part 4
Author: Haleth (seraphtear@yahoo.com.au)
Pairings: Elrohir/Elladan, also little bit,
Haldir/Elladan, Glorfindel/Elrond and Erestor/Haldir.
Rating: R
Summary: The twins are kidnapped but rescue is on the
way, if only Elladan can keep his brother alive.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the LOTR characters or world.
Warning: This story contains incest, mild bondage and
torture.
Authors Note: Please tell me what you think, since the
story's taken on a slightly darker note. 

***

	“Oh, what’s wrong pretty, pretty?” Turning quickly he
found Lady Vali giving him a smug look, her father
behind her, one arm around her waist. He blinked,
tears slipping down his cheeks even as he felt relief.

	“Lady Vali! Quickly, you must get my father, Elrohir
is unwell.” But to his consternation she didn’t move,
her smile broadening. 
	“He isn’t unwell, my lord, he has been poisoned.” 
	“What?” Leaving his brother’s bedside he moved
towards her, anger flaring as he was given a fair idea
of what was going on. Now that he thought about it,
Lady Vali and her ‘father’ actually looked nothing
alike. “If you’ve caused my brother harm I’ll-”
	“You’ll do nothing if you want him to live. You see
I’m the only one that has the antidote to the poison
he has consumed. If you want him to survive you had
better do exactly what I say.” 
	“What do you want?” He ground out through clenched
teeth, fists clenching, urging to punch the smug look
off her pretty face. If Elrohir died because of the
bitch she would die a very, very, very, very painful
death. 
	“You and your dear brother are going to play a little
game. You see I’ve always wanted to watch twins at it.
And you two are particularly beautiful.” 
	“What?” Swallowing heavily, his mind refused to
register what she was implying. 
	“You will put on a little show for us, my lord, or
Elrohir will die. It’s completely your choice,
especially since you will not be aloud to speak with
your brother during it.” She blinked innocently. “You
wouldn’t want to give the little game away now would
you?” 

***

	The dirty little secret he was keeping in his heart
was bad enough, but to have the lord of Rivendell
tempting him such was unbearable. What if Erestor
really was in love with him? No, it was impossible…
but he had been acting like he actually wanted to
spend time with him. It was tragic, that was the only
word for it. He would just have to be extra careful,
and make sure not to go anywhere near the elegant
counsellor. And so with that thought he turned a
corner and bumped straight into said counsellor. 
	His arms shot out of their own accord, steadying the
shorter elf, holding his slender body close until his
brain registered what it was doing. At that point he
pulled away, so suddenly the counsellor almost fell
again, just managing to catch himself with the help of
the wall. Large chocolaty eyes looked up at him
cautiously, with none of the easy casualness Haldir
had been treated with the day before. 
	“Guardian Haldir.” The counsellor actually sounded a
little breathless, but he supposed that was to be
expected, he had just almost taken a fall and had
probably been startled by his abrupt appearance. 
	“Counsellor Erestor. If you’ll…” He went to brush
past but thought better of it a moment later, freezing
and gazing intently at the other elf. “No. I have to
know. I know it’s stupid, just a rumour but I have to
know. Are you in love with me?” He was so bent on
hearing a strong ‘no’ or cold laughter that he could
only stare stupidly after the counsellor’s little nod
of admission. 
	“Will you not say something, Haldir? Do I deserve no
words at all? Not even rejection?” A delicate hand,
that had not seen a day’s hard labour in its life,
reached out to touch him but he knocked it away, a
filthy scene flashing in his mind for one horrible
moment. 
	“Stay away from me, Counsellor Erestor. You sicken
me.” And with that complete and utter lie he brushed
past, walking quickly to… somewhere, anywhere the one
he wanted was not. 

***

	Glorfindel had finally managed to make up with his
lord and they were now half over his study desk,
Elrond enjoying the small respite in his daily
obligations immensely. That was until the door was
suddenly thrown open. They were really going to have
to remember to lock the door before starting to do
such things. This was twice now in the past week. It
seemed no one knew how to knock anymore. His lover
tumbled off the desk, and they were both standing,
hastily straightening clothing a moment later. Elrond
having no reserves about giving his counsellor a death
glare, one that would send a Balrog fleeing but
unfortunately Erestor wasn’t looking at him at all. 
	In four quick, purposeful steps, Erestor was before
Glorfindel. He then looked up, slapping the blond hard
across the face, causing Elrond to wince at the sound.
The counsellor then proceeded to throw out a string of
truly vicious and surprisingly creative insults in
every language under the sun. Elrond would have
laughed if his counsellor didn’t seem so distraught,
though he couldn’t help a chuckle as his lover calmly
raised a hand, covering Erestor’s mouth to stop the
tirade of insults. He reacted by trying to claw the
blond’s hand, but both his hands were caught with the
same calm, and held firmly. 
	“How could you? I know you don’t like me but was it
really necessary?” Erestor tried to pull away but gave
up when he wasn’t let go, seeming to want to keep at
least some of his dignity. Elrond had no idea what was
going on, why was Erestor acting like a psychopath?
“It wasn’t enough that you are constantly blackmailing
me so you can spend more time with our lord but you
had to tell the one elf I would have given anything to
have not know? How could you Glorfindel? How could you
tell Haldir?” 
	“I’m sorry, Erestor.” He felt he had to step forward
and stop this now. It was obvious his counsellor was
upset because Haldir had found out that he was in love
with him. “Glorfindel didn’t tell him. I did.” Erestor
turned to him with wide eyes, at least as much as the
blond’s grip on him would allow. 
	“Y-you… you know?” He then turned back to Glorfindel.
“You told him?” 
	“No.” The blond glanced at Elrond, giving him a
meaningful look, which thankfully Elrond understood as
‘shut up, you’re making it worse’. “Elrond told Haldir
you are in love with him. That’s all. Haldir doesn’t
know.” 
	“Yes he does.” The counsellor finally managed to
break away, his dark eyes shimmering with unshed
tears. “He knows, Glorfindel… I… I sicken him.” 
	“He said that?” 
	“Yes. You mean to deny that you told him?” 
	“Erestor, I swear I would never have told him, never.
I’m not that cruel. But perhaps Lin-”
	“No. He would not, the shame is as much his as mine.”

	Glorfindel shrugged, thinking for a moment. “Perhaps
another? Is there anyone in Lorien?”
	He shook his head, dark braid slipping over his
shoulder. “He would not. I don’t understand… if you
didn’t tell him how does he know?” 
	Elrond cleared his throat. “Now might be a good time
to tell your lord just what it is you are talking
about.” 
	“No.” His eyebrows rose at the double refusal. They
would both dare to defy him so quickly? What was this
‘shame’ they were talking about. Now he felt he had to
know, if only because they refused to tell him. 
	“Tell me, counsellor Erestor. I don’t want to have to
punish you.” He was startled when his counsellor went
dead pale and his lover let out a snort of laughter,
immediately receiving a dark glare from Erestor. 
	“I’m sorry, friend, it was just the choice of
wording. Look, if Haldir doesn’t like you, quirks and
all then he’s not worth it.” 
	“Since when am I your friend, Glorfindel?” Erestor
hissed before spinning on his heel and all but running
from the room. Elrond then walked calmly to the door,
closing it before turning back to his lover with an
expectant look. The blond raised his hands in apology.

	“I’m sorry, love, but I really can’t tell you. I made
him a promise and I intend to keep it.” 
	“Yet you blackmail him with this ‘secret’?” 
	“Ah, well… It was for a good cause.” The eldar smiled
charmingly. “It’s so hard to get time alone with you.”

	“No, no, no. You’re not getting out of this so
easily, my dear beloved. Tell me now.” 
	“I can’t…” Moving into the eldar’s arms he ran
teasing fingers over his chest, toying with the laces
of his shirt. Glorfindel groaned, sometimes his lord
could be so unfair. “I’m sorry, love. But I made a
promise and I intend to keep it.” 
	“Fine.” Stepping back coolly he moved to sit behind
his desk, leafing through his papers to find something
to do. 
	“Don’t be angry, Elrond, please. Would you prefer me
to tell you and have Erestor hate me… well more than
he does already? Trust me, it’s not important. You’re
just being nosy.” 
	“Nosy?” He choked indignantly, standing swiftly and
pointing to the door. “Get out! I don’t want to see
you again today.” 
	“But El-”
	“Out, or face my wrath, Glorfindel!” 
	“Fine.” The eldar strode purposefully towards the
door, if Elrond was going to act childish then he
could do the same just as well. “I’ll go check on
Elrohir, at least he is mature.” 

***

	“Elrohir?” He stepped into the room hesitantly, not
wanting to startle the injured youngster but his
efforts were in vain as the dark-haired youth was
nowhere in sight. Walking over to the bed he was
surprised to see the sheets scattered everywhere, but
then he remembered this was Elrohir’s room. He was
about to turn away and see if he could find the
youngster somewhere else but then he noticed something
laying neatly in the centre of one of the pillows.
Picking it up carefully he studied it thoughtfully,
twirling it between forefinger and thumb. What was
Elrohir doing leaving a sprig of dill on his pillow?
He could think of far more pleasingly fragrant plants
to leave to freshen a bed. 
	Turning to the door he was a little startled to see
Haldir standing there, glancing around the room as if
he expected the twins to suddenly appear. “Glorfindel.
Have you seen Elladan? I can’t find him anywhere, I
thought maybe he was with Elrohir but…” He trailed
off, eyes focusing on the dill in the eldar’s hand.
“Where did you get that?” Was it Glorfindel’s
imagination or was there fear in the guardian’s voice?
	“It was on Elrohir’s pillow, though why I can’t
guess.” 
	“By the Valar! That’s where I’ve seen her before.
Quickly, Glorfindel, we must find them before it is
too late!” The fairer blond tried to leave but he
gripped his arm. Rushing off while nothing was
understood certainly wasn’t going to help anyone. 
	“Calm down, Haldir. What are you talking about? Who
is this ‘her’?” 
	“I don’t know her real name but in Lorien she went by
Jezebel and here she was Lady Vali. Her and her
husband were exiled from Lorien for kidnap and rape.
They play sexual games with their victims. I wish I
would have recognised her sooner.” Haldir looked
frantic and guilt-ridden as if the soul blame was his
own. Which of course it wasn’t. 
	“Haldir, my friend, it is not your fault. But because
of you way may be able to find the twins in time. You
think she has taken both?” 
	“I would say it is a certainty. They always take
elves in pairs… forcing them to… We have to find them,
Glorfindel!” 
	“We will. We’ll get everyone in Rivendell searching,
they can’t have gone far.” 

***

	“E-Elladan?” His brother’s voice sounded tiny and
very frightened, that didn’t really surprise him
considering his brother’s position. Elrohir had been
chained to the wall, arms held above his head and a
blindfold tied tightly across his eyes, removing
vision. His clothes had been removed and he was left
shivering in the cold dank of their prison. Elladan
wasn’t even sure if they were in Rivendell anymore,
having been knocked unconscious by the bitch’s partner
and so hadn’t seen where they’d been taken. He briefly
wondered how they had managed to carry him and his
brother out of their father’s home with no one
noticing, but right now Elrohir’s fear concerned him
more. 
	He had been left free of restraints and so moved to
his brother, resting gentle hands on his shivering
form disturbed to feel the smooth skin was still
fevered. “ ‘adan? Is that you?” Elrohir’s words were
barely a breath and he placed a gentle kiss to the
pale skin of his brother’s neck, hoping to calm him. 
	“Yes, El-” His words of comfort were cut off by a
sharp crack and a startled yelp from Elrohir as the
strong leather of an evil-looking whip dug into the
tender underside of one forearm. He watched in guilt
and anger as a red welt rose, marring his brother’s
creamy flesh. Elrohir was crying softly now and his
terror was an almost plausible thing in the small
chamber. He ached to tell Elrohir that everything
would be alright, that they would get through this,
but all he could do was run soothing hands over his
upper-body, hoping Elrohir would recognise his touch. 
	“Yes, pretty little lord, your brother is here. And
he’s going to play with you for us.” 
	“L-lady Vali?” 
	“Ah, my lord, I am truly flattered you recognise my
voice. Kiss him, Elladan.” 
	He obeyed without hesitation, not wanting his dear
brother to be hurt for his disobedience. It was only a
light, brotherly kiss though and she raised her whip
threateningly, so he deepened the kiss, trying to deny
his body the pleasure his twin’s sweet taste brought
him. But it was no use and before he knew it he was
probing his brother’s mouth desperately, pressing
their bodies close and growing hard as Elrohir moaned
weakly into the kiss, giving in to the sweet torture.
The kiss went on for several more pleasurable moments
before the crack sounded again and Elrohir’s body
jerked in his hold, making him break the kiss. 
	Looking up he noticed an identical welt blossoming on
his brother’s other arm, the skin around the first one
already darkened to a bruise. Elrohir’s natural
healing abilities weren’t working at all, the light
hand shaped bruise he had caused himself still dark on
his brother’s beautiful face. Leaning on tiptoes, he
placed a soft kiss to the first welt, pulling back
instantly when the frightening cracking sound came
again, causing his brother to groan softly in pain.
This time the mark was across one slim thigh and he
dared not try and soothe that for fear of what the
sadistic bitch would do next. If only he knew what
Elrohir was poisoned with he could find the antidote
himself, but he wouldn’t risk trying to get away now.
Even if he could get past Vali and her partner, he had
no idea where to start looking for a cure and he would
never forgive himself if Elrohir died. And he knew he
would soon follow him to the Halls of Mandos. 
	“Tut-tut, cheeky lordling. That’s not how we agreed
to play the game. You are not to touch him unless I
tell you to.” She smiled and he had to clench his jaw
so hard it ached to stop from grabbing the whip from
her hands and strangling her with it. “Oh, but he is
so pretty, pretty. I can understand how you find it
hard not to touch him.” 
	“G-game? Elladan? What is she talking about?” He
couldn’t say anything, despite the pleading in his
little brother’s voice. “P-please, ‘adan… say
something.” The last word broke with a sob and he
couldn’t help but reach out to caress the
tear-streaked face but pulled back the moment the whip
cracked for the fourth time, marring the younger elf’s
other thigh. Elrohir turned his head to the side,
pressing his cheek against the cold wall as he
breathed in a shaky breath, every muscle in his
slender body tense. 
	“What does he taste like, Elladan?” She inquired with
a deceptively innocent expression of curiosity. “It’s
alright, I won’t hurt him if you answer me. Of course
if you don’t…” She let the threat hang there knowing
he would have to obey. He just hoped anything he said
his brother would not hold against him later. When
they got out of this mess and he could explain he had
been forced for fear of his death. 
	“He… he tastes…” 
	“Yes, my lord? Continue.” 
	“Nice.” 
	“Nice?” She sighed, clearly exasperated. “Is that the
best description you can give me? If it is I shall
have to give him… five more lashes.” 
	“No! I’ll do better.” He closed his eyes for a
moment, trying to think of what would please her
without giving his secret away. “Sweet.” He felt tears
filling his own eyes, better Elrohir to know than to
cause his brother pain. “Like honey and cinnamon… yet
with a freshness… like a spring breeze full of flowery
scents.”
	“Oh, my!” Vali exclaimed, holding a hand to her
breast. “That was so poetic. Did you know your brother
had such a talent for words, Elrohir?” She frowned
when no answer was given. “Elrohir!” She punctuated
the word with a lash, another to his thigh. But still
he refused to answer, only making a small whimpering
sound as the whip landed again, his body drenched with
sweat; from fever or pain, Elladan couldn’t tell. When
it landed a third time he could stand it no longer,
whirling on Vali and trying to grab the whip from her.

	“Stop it! Stop hitting him, bitch!” To his dismay a
strong hand gripped his hair, pulling him away and
throwing him across the room with frightening
strength. Vali’s eyes narrowed, her partner hitting
his hand with his fist threateningly. 
	“Why must you insist on making this difficult? Do you
not see what the poison is doing to him already?” She
then shrugged, motioning for the other evil elf to
hold him so he could do nothing as she whipped his
brother. One more to each thigh and then four across
his chest and stomach, one cutting into a sensitive
nipple, causing Elrohir to finally cry out, his body
trembling visibly. When he was finally released he ran
to his brother, slipping arms between his shivering
body and the wall to hold him as tightly as possible. 
	“ ‘adan… ‘adan please, I’m frightened…” He could only
kiss his brother’s neck and face to try and comfort
him as Vali’s cold laughter echoed around them. 
	“Not nearly frightened enough.” 


Title: Foolish Secrets – Part 5 of 5
Author: Haleth (seraphtear@yahoo.com.au)
Pairings: Elrohir/Elladan, also little bit,
Haldir/Elladan, Glorfindel/Elrond and Erestor/Haldir.
Rating: R
Summary: The twins are rescued and justice is served.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the LOTR characters or world.
Warning: This story contains incest, mild bondage and
torture.
Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who’s commented. I’ve
finally finished, such a relief, 3 stories is too many
to write at once. Please, please tell me if you liked
it or not… I live for feedback! 

	“You’re boring me.” Vali sighed, and there was a soft
sound, as if she was running the length of the whip
through her fingers. “Kiss him again. No, not there.”
He’d felt the brush of his brother’s gentle lips on
his but it vanished again. Where was it the bitch
wanted Elladan to kiss him? He couldn’t stop
shivering, despite his brother’s warm hands trailing
soothingly over his skin, it wasn’t enough. He was too
scared. The lashes stung terribly as his sweat
trickled into the wounds, it hurt so much he would
have cried just for that. But he was also restrained,
blind and utterly vulnerable, it was terrifying, he
could say with a certainty that he had never been so
frightened before, and his brother’s strong presence
wasn’t helping him as it usually did. 
	“W-why are you d-doing this?” 
	“Can you really not guess, pretty, pretty? Kiss him…
there.” He froze, whole body tense as he realised he
was scared of where his brother would kiss him. Afraid
he would respond as he had to the other deep kiss.
Afraid that his brother would discover the fact he
didn’t find it at all repulsive to be kissed by him.
That he had actually enjoyed it, more than any other
kiss he had ever been given. A choked gasp was the
only sound he could make as hot breath tickled over
his skin a moment before moist warmth surrounded his
pained nipple, soothing it in a way he never thought
possible. His brother’s tongue caressed the taut bud
ceaselessly and a groan of pleasure left him, despite
his best efforts to stop it. Blood rushed downwards
and he struggled uselessly in his bonds, Elladan would
surely undo him if he continued the sweet attention. 
	“Stop! Stop, ‘adan, please!” He felt fresh tears of
humiliation stinging his eyes but his brother wouldn’t
stop, not paying attention to his pleas at all. He
hadn’t heard a thing from Elladan since he had yelled
at her not to hit him anymore and the fear grew in him
that perhaps it wasn’t even his brother doing such
things to him. He couldn’t decide which was worse,
gaining sexual pleasure from his own brother’s touch
or being so thoroughly used by a complete stranger. As
his sobs grew it seemed Vali felt at least a little
sorry for him, for she granted them both something,
though small it was. 
	“Stop now.” He couldn’t help a whimper as the
delicious warmth left his skin to be replaced with
cold air, feeling even more vulnerable now that he
wasn’t being touched at all, his brother’s hands
having been removed as well. “Elladan, you may say one
little sentence to him, but that’s all.” There was a
long pause and his heart sped up, as he feared his
brother would say nothing, not letting him know it was
really him that was there. Then gentle hands cupped
the sides of his face, warming him as soft words were
whispered against his lips. So quietly he almost
didn’t hear them himself. 
	“I love you, Elrohir. More than my life.” 
	“I love you too, Elladan but-” His words ended in a
hiss as his hair was gripped hard, certainly not by
his brother’s hand. 
	“Oh, aren’t you two just so full of sweetness!” Their
torturer exclaimed happily. “But the break is over,
time for the real fun. Touch him. No, lower.” Hands
ghosted across his stomach and he couldn’t help but
shudder, the grip still in his hair, pulling it until
he was sure the strands would give. “Keep going.” 
	“No… ‘adan… don’t…” It was too late, his brother’s
hands were on his most private parts, stroking and
teasing him to hardness. It was too much, and as he
tried desperately and hopelessly to stop his body’s
reactions he didn’t hear any of what Vali said. So he
was thoroughly startled when one of Elladan’s hands
reached behind, trailing lightly over his tense rear
muscles, one finger slipping between to lightly tease
his entrance. “No…” He could only groan weakly as the
finger slid in, an oily substance making the
penetration easier. But Elladan wasn’t listening to
him… only to her. 
	“Add another finger. I grow impatient.” His brother
did as she had ordered but he felt only gentle
pressure, as he was stretched with such tenderness it
made his heart ache. Who but his brother would be so
thoroughly careful with him? The other hand was still
around his shaft, pumping slowly and making another
sound leave him; to his shame a moan of pure need, and
he couldn’t help but push his hips forward wishing for
more contact or for his brother’s hand to move faster.
Anything to end the slow burning that ran through his
entire body before gathering in his throbbing need. 
	“Please, ‘adan…” It made him feel ill with disgrace
that he sounded so wanton but there was nothing he
could do, he didn’t even resist as the harsh grip on
his hair eased a little, a strong mouth claiming his
lips in a harsh kiss Elladan would never give him.
Then everything was gone very suddenly, and he felt a
rush of cold air before there was a loud thud. 
	“I’m playing your sick little game but I won’t let
that bastard kiss my brother, that wasn’t part of the
deal!” He had never heard Elladan sound so angry and
it comforted him a little that his brother still had a
little control over the situation, as small as that
was. 
	“Very well, no one but you will touch him. Now fuck
him. I’m bored and I want to see you come inside him.”
How could she be so cold about the whole thing, as if
they were supposed to entertain her, as if she had a
right to do this to them. It made him angry himself,
his body slowly forgetting its need for pleasure. 
	“Don’t do it, Elladan. Don’t let the bitch boss you
around.” 
	“Fuck him, Elladan.” 
	“Don’t.” He gasped in a shaky breath as hands settled
on his hips, thumbs caressing his fevered skin. “Don’t
do it, Elladan, if you love me you won’t.” But to his
dismay the hands drifted lower, gripping behind his
knees to lift his legs and he was too weak to resist.
When his legs were resting on his brother’s shoulders,
Elladan moved forward, warm breath teasing his lips.
“Please… ‘adan…” 
	“I’m sorry, lovely one, I love you too much to lose
you.” The words gave him little comfort as his brother
entered him in one smooth stroke, hurting him inside
despite the careful preparation. He couldn’t help but
groan for the new and alien pain, soothed a little by
his brother’s soft words and promises that all would
be well. At least it seemed Vali would let Elladan
speak freely to him now because he didn’t think he
could survive it if he had been silent through this. 
	“Your consideration is becoming sickening, lordling,
claim him already!” 

***

	Erestor was no tracker, but he was fairly certain the
footprints before him led into a brick wall. Studying
it closely he ran nimble fingers along the wall,
noticing a very tiny indent many would not. Pausing he
held his breath before putting pressure on the indent,
letting his breath out in a surprised puff as there
was a deep clicking sound and a door-sized portion of
the wall swung inward. It puzzled him that there was a
secret passage leading from the main garden in
Rivendell that Elrond himself didn’t know about. But
it seemed like a good clue to finding the twins. The
problem was he didn’t fancy going down there by
himself yet he knew every second counted. Looking
around quickly he noticed only one other searcher in
the near area and his heart sank. 
	“Haldir!” The tall guardian came running over,
looking from the dark newly-revealed tunnel to the
counsellor and back again. 
	“Nice work for a bookworm.” He commented, surprising
him with a genuine grin. Haldir hadn’t joked with him
like that for years, it warmed his heart until the
guardian’s cold words echoed in his head, almost
bringing tears to his eyes. Looking from that handsome
face quickly he entered the tunnel without caution,
moving as quickly and quietly as he could in his heavy
robes. Until a strong hand gripped his arm, pulling
him to a halt so suddenly he twisted, basically
falling into the guardian’s perfectly toned arms.
“Slow down, counsellor. You’ll hurt yourself moving so
recklessly.” Haldir whispered to him with false
concern.
	“What do you care, guardian?” His voice sounded loud
in the desolate passageway and he struggled to remove
himself from the other’s grasp. They needed to find
the twins, it was no time to be halting for foolish
concerns, especially when they were fake. “Let me go!”
Haldir blinked for a moment, as if he hadn’t realised
what he’d been doing, then he was released so suddenly
he almost tripped on the hem of his robes, catching
himself on the dank wall, shuddering as something
slimy gave way under his fingers. 
	“Fine, but let me lead.” The guardian brushed past
him and was off down the passageway without a backward
glance. He sighed, wiping the foul substance off his
hand before hurrying after the handsome blond, not
wanting to lose him in the ever-increasing darkness as
the tunnel headed slowly downwards. After about an
hour of the rushed, half-walk/ half-jog for Haldir,
and run for Erestor the counsellor couldn’t go any
further, at least not at that sped. He was just
wondering how to tell the guardian he needed to stop
for a moment when his foot caught on something and he
tumbled rather gracelessly to the floor. The air
rushed painfully from his lungs, stunning him for a
moment so he had only managed to get to his knees when
the guardian stopped and spun around to see what the
problem was. 
	“Erestor, are you alright?” Strong hands gripped his
sides, hauling him to his feet with such easy strength
he couldn’t help a shiver, his heart clutching in
anticipation as the guardian’s eyes trailed lazily
over his form; the twins momentarily forgotten. He
could only nod dazedly as one of those strong, slender
hands reached up, fingertips brushing his cheek in a
ghost of a touch. Breath caught in his throat as the
guardian leaned closer, as if to kiss him… Then he
pulled back, as suddenly as all the other times and he
almost let out a sob of frustration. It wasn’t fair!
Haldir was obviously attracted to him. 
	“Why can’t you give me a chance?” He asked quietly,
taking a step forward only to have his heart broken
again as the guardian took a disgusted step back.
“Fine.” He swallowed heavily, holding back the
threatening tears. “I understand. Let’s just find the
twins and then you will never have to be near me
again.” 
	“Erestor…” It seemed almost as if Haldir would relent
but then he turned and started walking again without
another word, taking the counsellor’s small hope with
him. Closing his eyes for a moment he silently
hardened his heart; it wasn’t like he needed the
arrogant guardian to like him. Love meant nothing. 

***

	“Shh, love, please don’t cry…” Pulling his leggings
up quickly he was back holding his brother an instant
later, but Elrohir continued to shake with quiet sobs,
seeming not to listen to him at all. It broke his
heart to see Elrohir so. He had wanted desperately to
make love to his beautiful, sweet brother but not like
he had taken him. It wasn’t fair, but at least the act
hadn’t seemed to cause his brother pain, and the
stickiness against his abdomen attested to the fact he
had even taken pleasure from the act. There was a
small clinking on the ground by his feet and he
glanced down to see a large metal key.
	“It’s been fun boys, but we gotta go.” Vali waved at
him from the doorway, her partner already gone. “Don’t
worry, he won’t die from the poison, just be weak and
vulnerable for awhile, which I’m sure you’ll
appreciated, my lord.” She then laughed insanely as
she vanished from sight, off down the dark tunnel
beyond the doorway. 
	“Bitch!” He couldn’t believe he had been tricked like
that. His hands itched to go after her and strangle
her slowly and painfully but his heart wouldn’t let
him leave his brother. Poor Elrohir was still chained
and naked, there was no way he was going to leave his
dear brother like that, not even for sweet, sweet
revenge. He would hunt her and her husband down later,
right now there were more important things to do. And
so he used the key to unchain his brother and lowered
him gently to the floor, holding him tightly as he
removed the soaked blindfold. Pale, reddened eyes
fluttered before finally opening and darting around
quickly in fear. “You’re safe love, they’re gone.” 
	“Oh, ‘adan!” Elrohir collapsed against him, burying
his face in against his chest. “ ‘adan, please don’t
hate me!” 
	“What?” For a moment he was too stunned to say
anything else, why on Middle-earth would he hate his
brother, if anything Elrohir should hate him. “Why
would I hate you, lovely one, none of this was your
fault… it was mine.” 
	“B-but I enjoyed it… I’m sorry… I…” 
	“Shh, little one, don’t worry about that now. There
is no shame in what we did. We were forced, it is not
your fault.” Oh, how he wished to tell his brother
that he enjoyed it too, that he would gladly do it
again under consensual circumstances. But he couldn’t
possibly do that, Elrohir didn’t have passion for him,
his body had just reacted to the sensations as any
other would. The slender form in his arms squirmed
until they were face to face, large pale eyes begging
him to heed his brother’s words. 
	“Wasn’t your fault either.” Pale fingers touched his
cheek, warm and still against his skin. “You only did
what you thought you had to.” 
	“You always know what to say to make me feel better.”
Leaning their foreheads together he breathed in a deep
breath. Sometimes… actually most of the time it hurt
to love his brother so much. “Let’s try and find a way
back home, your wounds need tending to.” 
	“Alright.” Elrohir sighed softly, leaning back
against the wall, his eyes blinking tiredly. “But I’m
not sure I’ll be able to walk far… it stings, and I
just wish it would stop, just for a little while…”
Moving back from his brother he removed his tunic
before carefully putting it on the fevered elf, who
was now shivering almost violently despite the heat of
his skin. “Thanks, ‘adan.” 
	“Do you think if I help you, you can get up?” He
would have loved to have just carried the slightly
lighter elf but the truth was he was fairly exhausted
himself from their ordeal. His pent up desire for his
twin having made his orgasm particularly intense.
Elrohir didn’t answer, his eyes had slid shut and
Elladan could guess his brother was asleep, and he had
a fair idea of how useless it would be to try and wake
him up. He was just starting to despair when he heard
footsteps running towards them down the passageway, he
held his breath as the pair emerge praying it wasn’t
Lady Vali and her husband come back for a little more
fun. 

***

	“It wouldn’t work anyway.” He muttered, feeling
guilty for hurting the delicate counsellor like he
had. He had seen the heartbreak flash in those
gorgeously rich eyes but he couldn’t risk it. No
matter how much he was tempted he just couldn’t give
in, but he also couldn’t stand the hurt that was
rolling off the shorter elf in thick, painful waves.
“I couldn’t leave my duty in Lorien, and somehow I
doubt you would give up you life here to come live
with me. You’re too dignified, Erestor, you need
luxuries I couldn’t give you considering the way I
live.” 
	“Who are you trying to convince, guardian? I have
already told you I understand and accept your
decision, you needn’t speak to me anymore.” There
wasn’t a hint of emotion in the other’s voice, which
disturbed him enough that he stopped and turned to
face him, studying his expression carefully. Erestor
didn’t seem upset at all, not happy, but not upset.
“Why have you stopped? We need to find the twins.” 
	“We’ve stopped because I can’t stand that I’ve hurt
you. Erestor, I…” 
	“Forget it, Haldir.” The counsellor actually smiled,
the gesture surprisingly genuine. “These things happen
in life. I shall get over it. It’s not like you are
the first elf to reject me, and I’m certain you won’t
be the last but companionship is not all there is to
life.” 
	The brunette’s words startled him enough that he was
starting to sorely regret his decision; perhaps it was
better to risk it. Erestor had said ‘companionship’
not sex or love, that had to mean he cared about far
more than how Haldir looked, he wanted him as a friend
and a lover. How could any being give up such an offer
with someone they cared deeply about themselves? But
as he opened his mouth to say something, anything to
express how he felt for the beautiful elf before him,
a flash of terrible visions assaulted his sight. And
he stumbled back as his lady’s words rang in his ears
‘see… you must not let him tempt you, it can only end
in disaster…’
	“Haldir, behind you!” Brought out of his daze by the
counsellor’s warning, he spun just in time to be
knocked bodily to the ground by an elf much his size,
an elf he recognised as Vali’s husband. Grappling with
the other elf was made almost impossible by the narrow
passageway and he was surprised by Vali’s bold move as
she leapt over both of them. He fought harder, with
the fear that she would hurt Erestor, thinking the
elegant counsellor could do nothing to defend himself
against the crazy elfess. From the corner of his eye
he saw her collapse bonelessly to the ground and all
his fear vanished, giving him the concentration to
beat the elf he was entangled with, knocking him
unconscious with a fierce head butt.  
	Coming swiftly to his feet he stepped towards the
counsellor, looking him over with careful concern.
Erestor, for his part didn’t seem changed at all and
raised one elegant eyebrow in question. “What injury
are you looking for, guardian? Did you really believe
this ‘bookworm’ has never thrown a punch in his life?”

	“Umm… well.” He glanced down at the unconscious
elfess. “You knocked her out cold… with one punch?” 
	“That is a correct assessment, yes. Now lets go, I
fear what condition we will find the twins in.” 

***

	The others had all finally left to let them sleep,
Elrond having tended Elrohir’s wounds grimly. He
wondered what punishment his father would dole out to
the elven criminals, he doubted very much that it
would just be a banishing like they had gotten in
Lorien. He also suspected that Elrond would be having
words with his grandparents about that, though he had
told his father not to be too harsh with them as they
would feel guilty enough as it was, to think they
could have stopped the whole thing from happening. 
	Sitting on the bed next to his brother he wondered if
he should leave, he didn’t want to upset Elrohir. He
had said he didn’t blame him but he had still
basically raped his brother, Elrohir could even have
nightmares about it. The younger elf stirred, his eyes
blinking open to focus tiredly on Elladan. Brows
furrowed, he reached up to brush slender fingers
across his cheek. 
	“Why are you crying, brother? All will be well now.”
Elrohir smiled, such a soft innocent smile his heart
constricted, breath catching in his throat. “Elladan?”

	“Do… Do you want me to leave?” He tried to keep the
emotion from his voice but it didn’t work at all and
he wondered if he sounded as pathetic to his brother
as he sounded to himself. Elrohir looked confused,
fingers reaching further to tangle in his hair,
gripping as if to hold him there. 
	“Of course not. Why would I want that?” 
	“Well, I thought perhaps… you would have nightmares
with me here.” Looking down at the blanket, his
fingers toyed with it absently. “I don’t want to cause
you anymore pain.” 
	“Then don’t leave, ‘adan, for I would surely have
nightmares then. I need you to stay… and hold me.” The
hand then let his hair go, slipping limply to the
pillow. “Unless you want to go. With Haldir…” 
	“No!” Shaking his head vehemently he captured his
brother’s hand then brought it to his lips, placing a
soft kiss to his palm. “I don’t want to leave you.” 
	“But you can go, Elladan, you love Haldir, if you-”
	“I don’t love Haldir.” His brother’s pale eyes
widened in shock. Elrohir obviously didn’t understand
how you could be lovers with someone you didn’t love,
he was so innocent and pure. “I care for him but I
don’t love him, nor does he love me.” He broke eye
contact again, looking at the pale, long-fingered hand
held in his. “We both love those we can’t have.” 
	“You are in love? Why haven’t you ever said anything
to me? You complained of secrets between us, yet you
have kept this from me?” Elrohir sounded hurt but
there was also something strange to his soft voice.
Turning his gaze back to the younger elf, he noticed
tears welling in the pale grey eyes, tears that he had
caused. 
	“I… I couldn’t tell you… Elrohir. Because…” He took a
deep breath, shutting his eyes as not to see his
brother’s reaction. “Because the one I love is you.
When I told you I loved you I meant my love for you is
like that for a lover… not a brother. I love you,
Elrohir, and I have dreamt for years of making love to
you, though certainly not in the fashion I did. I’m
sorry.” 
	“Oh.” Elrohir mused quietly. “I really am ignorant,
for I had no idea… father did.” 
	“What?” His eyes flew open, not prepared for how the
other’s captured his, forcing all thought from his
mind. It seemed his brother was having the same
problem, for he blinked lazily as one hand reached to
settle behind his neck before pulling him down into a
soft, hesitant but very sweet kiss. He couldn’t stop
himself from deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue
past his brother’s soft lips as he moved on top of the
younger elf, being careful not to put too much
pressure on the wounded body. It was so much better
than anything he had ever dreamed, not only because it
was his beautiful brother he was kissing but because
Elrohir had initiated the kiss. He was not forcing
anything on his brother that he didn’t want. 
	“Elladan?” When the kiss finally broke he placed soft
kisses to his brother’s face and neck as Elrohir
spoke, glad that his skin was no longer fevered. “Will
you make love to me again? So we both may enjoy it as
we should?” 
	“Nothing would please me more, lovely one, if you are
sure. You’re still hurt and I wouldn’t want to worsen
your injuries.” 
	“That you could never do, you are far too careful
with me, ‘adan.” 
	He smiled, nuzzling the soft skin of Elrohir’s
throat. “That’s because you are my precious, fragile
little flower.” 
	“Mmm… that feels nice, though I’m afraid I will fall
asleep if you continue to treat me so delicately...
Perhaps you should kiss me again?”
	“Anything you wish, beloved.” 

THE END

Well, that’s it, all finished. Should I write a
sequel, perhaps Haldir/Erestor?