Title: Futile Possessions
Author: Perdowen (m@perdowen.com)
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elrohir comes to claim his property but is distracted by his brother.
Disclaimer: Characters, etc. belong to Tolkien.
Warning: Twincest
Authors Note: Please visit the author's spiffy website! http://www.perdowen.com


“Where is it?!”

Elrohir’s shouts could be heard for the past hour throughout Imladris. He had 
misplaced his preferred bow, and had been looking forward to hunting game all 
morning. He'd searched his own room several times and it had proved futile. 
Elrohir was aware that he could simply borrow another elves or even his father’s 
bow; but he was more skillful with his own.

While rummaging through a chest at the end of his bed, Elrohir thought of 
something, rather, someone; Elladan. He was always taking his things, after all. 
Elrohir strode down the hall and rapt vigorously on Elladan’s door, and without 
waiting for a reply, stepped inside.

Elladan was sprawled out luxuriously on his stomach atop his bed leisurely 
flipping through the pages of a dusty looking book. As Elrohir walked into the 
room and shut the door Elladan looked up, quite affronted, but then realized it 
was his mirror image staring back at him with a very displeased look upon his 
face.

“My dear brother...” spoke Elladan. Elrohir was in no mood. “Elladan. Where 
have you placed my bow?” he demanded briskly. Elladan simply stretched in a 
very cat-like manner and rolled onto his back, his head hanging off the side of the 
bed, thus making his long black hair touch the stone floor. He smiled pleasantly, 
enjoying himself. He spoke very slowly, “Bow? What bow?”

“You know very well what I am talking about, Elladan. I know I haven’t lost it, 
therefore you must have taken it.” Elrohir emphasized this by placing his hands 
on his hips and tapping his foot impatiently. This merely resulted in making him 
look very prissy, indeed. 

Elladan still smirked and sat up, sitting back on his heels. “I haven’t taken your 
bow. Maybe Glorfindel...”

“Oh, you know good and well Glorfindel didn’t pilfer anything of mine!”  Elrohir 
said crossly.

Though they were twins, the two elves could look so different at times. Elladan 
said nothing. He got up from the bed and sauntered up to Elrohir; walking slowly, 
stalking almost, and swaying his hips. Elrohir gave an exasperated sigh, “What 
are you doing?”

Elladan said nothing, but reached out towards Elrohir and slowly ran a hand over 
his chest and down his midnight blue tunic. He then leaned forward closing any 
space between them and purred into his twin’s ear, “So...what if I did? What will 
you do? *Punish me*?” At these words his tongue darted out to lick the perfectly 
pointed tip of Elrohir’s ear, making him shiver slightly.

“I...” began Elrohir, a bit breathlessly, “No! I just want my property back.” He 
stepped back form Elladan and looked at him sternly. Why did things always turn 
out this way with Elladan?

“You don’t want to try and force it out of me?”

Asked Elladan suggestively taking a step forward and resuming contact with 
Elrohir who closed his eyes and backed up to the door. Elladan took advantage 
of the wall and leaned forward, placing both hands on either side of Elrohir’s 
shoulders. He leaned in towards his twin’s face, barely brushing their lips 
together: “Are you sure that’s all you want?” Elladan emphasized this by pressing 
his hips forward so Elrohir could feel his growing arousal.

“Damn you...” whispered Elrohir. His words were cut short by Elladan devouring 
his mouth in a frenzied kiss. Elrohir’s arms hung limply at his sides. Their lips 
clashed and Elladan quickly slipped his tongue inside Elrohir’s mouth, making 
him moan loudly. He could feel Elladan smile into the kiss. Their tongues 
caressed and Elladan massaged his twin’s with his own.

Elladan’s hand now moved from the wall and slid down Elrohir’s front, cupping 
his growing member through thick fabric. At this, Elrohir’s hips surged forward as 
he gasped and whimpered. Elladan’s other hand slipped down behind his brother 
and began kneading his backside. Bringing his hand around to the front to join 
the other, they both began working to untie Elrohir’s lacings.

“Stop this!” Elrohir quickly pulled his head back and pushed Elladan away, who 
made a disappointed noise and crossed his arms, assuming a very pouty look: 
“What is the matter?”

“It grows tiresome!” wailed Elrohir, “I’m always giving in to you! You think you can 
simply breeze past things by seducing me, making me forget! Stop trying to 
change the subject! I just want my bow back. I don‘t want to play now!”

Rather than becoming upset, Elladan seemed rather pleased. He uncrossed his 
arms; “Very well,” Elladan sighed, “you leave me no choice.”

He then began to pull his tunic off over his head. “What....?” Elrohir spoke, but 
quickly deceased as Elladan’s bare chest was exposed. Attractive, slightly 
flushed, hairless, creamy white skin and darker colored nipples; very trim waist 
and faintly toned muscles. Elladan tossed the tunic onto the floor beside him and 
began working on the lacings of his leggings. Elrohir stared, breathing deeply. 
Just walk away, Elrohir told himself, if you walk away now, he wont have won, 
and you can simply ask Erestor for his bow, just-walk-away. But he did no such 
thing.

Rather than removing his leggings, Elladan sauntered back over to his bed 
where his book still lay.

“What are you doing, Elladan?” Elrohir inquired again.

After placing it on the bedside table, he lay down, resting his head on several 
pillows; his knees pulled up almost to his chest.

“Making you forget...“ Elladan replied, smirking. Elrohir still did not move but 
watched intently. Staring fixedly at his twin and taking note of how pretty and 
wanton he was: His clear, gray eyes were half-lidded and his black hair fanned 
out on the pillows behind him.

Elrohir knew how soft it was; he had ran his fingers through it many times while 
his brother pleasured him in the most exquisite way imaginable, drawing moans 
from him, soft cries, and words he would never dare utter in their father’s 
presence. These memories and their images made Elrohir even more aroused 
and he turned his attention back to his brother.

Elladan was, at the moment, busy with himself. His long, slender fingers were 
slowly caressing his chest, running over his smooth stomach. His left hand 
moved up to pinch a hardening nipple, making him suck in air as the right was 
moved slowly down his abdomen.

Without knowing, Elrohir moved forward a little towards the bed, and more 
importantly the elf upon it that was touching himself in a very, very enticing way. 
Why do I desire him so that I cannot deny him, ever? Elrohir mused to himself. 
Elladan’s right hand continued to trek southward and finally delved into his 
leggings, grasping the base of his own hardness. He breathed deeply, inhaling 
the scent of the air around him; faintly flowery and pleasant, as were his own 
touches.

He gasped and his hips arched up a little from the bed. His closed his eyes 
completely now, as he began to stroke himself slowly, moaning almost inaudibly 
and making humming noises every time his hand moved up along his shaft, base 
to tip in one fluid motion. He began to make soft keening noises in the back of his 
throat as his pace increased. Elladan moved his hand faster still, twisting a little 
and rubbing the tip of his erection with his thumb. Elrohir was growing harder by 
the second, watching his brother, and his lost bow was the last thing on his mind.

His hand moved down to feel his growing erection through his leggings, now 
almost painfully hard. At the sudden sensation Elrohir moved suddenly, making a 
noise, and even in his haze of lust Elladan stopped his ministrations, gradually 
opening his eyes and peering up at his brother.

He smiled, raising his eyebrows, “Have you decided to stay, brother?” he 
inquired to Elrohir, who nodded. “Wonderful.” he made a move as if to get up, but 
Elrohir stopped him.

“Wait...” he said softly, “keep going.”

Elladan’s smile widened: “I am very pleased you see things my way.” he relaxed 
again on the bed.

Elrohir searched the room for a chair and pulled one from the corner to the side 
of Elladan’s bed but before sitting, Elladan asked his twin to completely remove 
his leggings for him; “You know, to make things easier....” was his reasoning.

As he did, Elrohir purposely slowed his actions, resting his hands over the bulge 
in Elladan’s leggings longer than needed as his brother arched off the bed again 
from the simple gesture. “Aye Brother, your mere touch is enough to drive me 
mad...” Elladan whispered to his twin as the tight clothing was removed from slim 
hips then tossed carelessly to the floor.

Afterwards, Elrohir sat down, marveling at his brother. He was beautifully spread 
out now, like a lustful banquet: his erection jutting up proudly from pronounced 
hip bones, his pale, hairless torso luminous with a fine sheen of sweat, and his 
breath rapid in anticipation. 

“May I?” asked Elladan.

“Please do.”

Elladan resumed his show, grasping his now free arousal firmly while the other 
hand rubbed along his inner thigh, timidly adding slight squeezes to his testicles; 
stroking almost roughly, using his nails a little to add to the sensation. His 
member was leaking, white pearly drops of liquid seeping from the tip. His thumb 
ran over the head, smearing the precome down his shaft. “Oh... Elrohir... gods...” 
The hand that rested on his thigh moved up to his mouth.

At the sound of his name, Elrohir could take no more and he began to mimic his 
brother’s actions. His hand delved into his leggings to grasp his blood-heavy 
shaft, the other hand holding tightly to the arm of the chair.

“Oh! Oh.....mmm.......” Elrohir hummed a bit as his erection was finally paid 
attention to. The sudden pleasure was sensational and he sped up his 
movements quickly. Elladan slipped a single digit into his mouth, sucking on it as 
he would Elrohir’s arousal; swirling his tongue around the tip, and roughly down 
the sides. He added another, wetting them thoroughly, as his other hand worked 
a furious pace along his member. He took the wet fingers from his mouth and sat 
up on the bed on his knees. Elrohir looked puzzled for a moment and then 
breathed deeply as he realized what Elladan’s intent was. The thought of what 
was to come aroused him further and he moaned out loudly in anticipation. “You 
look absolutely lovely, Elladan.” he bit out, locking eyes with his brother.

“Why thank you...” he said a bit hazily, his mind delirious with pleasure and 
further arousal as he watched Elrohir’s hand move rapidly in his leggings. 
“Remove them.” He ordered his brother, “I want to fully see you. Please.” he 
added.

Elrohir complied, though groaned a bit as he had to still his ministrations 
temporarily to remove the fabric. He did so, though, shifting his hips slightly to 
remove the clothing. Once they were pulled down his impressive erection was 
freed and he continued immediately, stroking furiously.

“Much better.... by the Valar, you are terribly beautiful, brother.” mused Elladan, 
as he continued his exploration on himself. This time he kept his eyes on his 
brother's, they both stared into each other’s eyes, deep gray pools full of lust at 
the moment....

Elladan’s hand that was previously at his mouth moved down from where it had 
been, below where his other hand worked, stroking himself to madness, and he 
thrust a wet digit inside himself. His hips surged forward and he moaned out, 
loud and long. He then whispered his brother’s name over and over like a 
mantra.... “Elrohir, Elrohir, Elrohir...”

Waves of pleasure washed over Elrohir as he viewed Elladan, nearly sitting 
completely on his hand to force two more fingers deep inside him, searching for 
that spot.... he found it, respectfully quick, and nearly screamed out as torrents of 
wonderful sensation flooded through him. He brushed his fingers over that spot 
several times, nearly weeping in pleasure.

Elrohir felt his coming orgasm as it washed over him, his hand, still stroking at a 
furious pace, his hips thrusting forward and finally softly calling out Elladan’s 
name as he sprayed his release onto his stomach, the hot liquid running down 
his abdomen. Elladan followed soon after, his hands stilling and his frame 
shuddered violently as he came, ruining the bed sheets, not that they were 
important... his hand slipped from his body and he collapsed back onto the bed, 
panting harshly and smiling contently. He looked over at his twin who slumped in 
the chair, still recovering from his intense orgasm.

After several minutes, Elrohir looked up at Elladan; “You were wonderful brother, 
an absolute vision.”

“Oh, ‘twas nothing.” he replied, smirking. “Though, will you think me foolish if I 
ask you to lie with me?” he inquired innocently as possible. Elrohir gave a wry 
smile and rose from the chair. But before he climbed into the bed next to Elladan, 
he removed his clothing as well. Elladan opened his arms and Elrohir fell into 
them, facing his twin. 

“I love you,” he said softly, planting kisses on Elladan's neck. Elladan wrapped 
his arms around his brother’s shoulders and entwined their legs; “And I you...” he 
replied. He kissed Elrohir softly on the lips before adding, “and by the way, I 
actually haven’t seen your bow.”