Title: Obsession
 
Author (including email): Silver15 (silver15@btinternet.com)
Pairing(s): Elladan/Elrohir. Mild Elrohir/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17
Summary:  Elladan has always been in love with his twin, but Elrohir has no idea of his 
brother’s feelings towards him and is involved in a secret, serious relationship with 
Glorfindel. When Elladan finds the two in a compromising situation, he finally snaps.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
 
Warning: Rape and Incest
 
Authors Note: Written in response to a challenge by Sabrina.
 
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Obsession

 
Elladan paced up and down the bedroom he shared with his twin brother 
Elrohir. It was growing late, and his father had retired to bed almost an 
hour ago. 

“Where is Elrohir?” he growled under his breath. His brother had 
disappeared two hours ago, leaving Elladan to sit with their father and 
Arwen. Glorfindel had disappeared not long after, telling Elrond that he 
felt very tired and he wished to have an early night. 

Elladan knew that Elrohir had been acting strangely for a few weeks now, 
ever since they had arrived back in Rivendell. He often slipped away 
during the day, telling his twin nothing except that he wished to be alone. 
And at night, Elladan would often wake up to find Elrohir’s bed empty.  
When he asked Elrohir what was going on, the elf would laugh and shrug 
it off or else come up with a totally unbelievable excuse for his absence. 
The oldest elf twin stopped in the middle of the room and thought for a 
moment. Slipping out, both during the day and at night, being unusually 
secretive, looking tired in the morning, but also extremely happy. Could it 
be…that Elrohir had taken a lover? At first Elladan tried to laugh it off and 
forget about it. But he couldn’t and the more he thought about it, the more 
it began to make sense. In a sudden burst of anger, he kicked the bedside 
table, sending it crashing to the floor. The vase that had been standing on 
it, smashed. Elrohir could not have taken a lover. Because Elrohir was his. 
Elladan had been in love with his twin brother for many years, yet he had 
never told Elrohir of his true feelings, mainly because he was scared that 
his twin would reject him. It seemed safer to love after him from afar, and 
since Elrohir had never been particularly interested in women either, 
Elladan had had very little reason to be jealous. While in the wild, they 
spent all their time together and they were very affectionate towards each 
other, but Elladan knew that Elrohir had absolutely no idea of his true 
feelings towards him. But if Elrohir had taken a lover, that changed 
everything. He couldn’t bear to think of his object of desire in the arms of 
another. Elrohir was his. He would always be his.
 

Elladan walked over to the door, his mind made up. It was no good. He 
had to find out where Elrohir was. He couldn’t believe that he was right, 
but he had to know once and for all. He went past his father’s room and 
Glorfindel’s room quietly, knowing that there was no possible way he 
could explain what he was doing if they were to wake up. However, no 
sound came from either of them. He hurried down to the main hall and 
slipped outside into the grounds. Elrohir had told him many a time that he 
liked lying outside; looking up at the stars and Elladan knew that his 
brother was out there somewhere. 

Slowly, taking care to keep to the shadows, he walked around the grounds 
until he heard what he was listening out for. A quiet laugh, coming from 
one of the clearings. Elladan recognised the laugh as his brothers and, 
clenching his fists in a jealous rage, he made his way over, not sure what 
he was going to see, but quite certain that he was not going to like it. 
However, nothing could have prepared him for the sight, which greeted 
him.
 

Lying in the clearing, holding each other tightly, were Elrohir and 
Glorfindel. Both were completely naked, their clothes in a pile not far 
from them. Elrohir had his head resting on Glorfindel’s chest and the Elf 
Lord was stroking his long dark hair. It was clear that they had just been 
making love. Trying desperately to control his rage, Elladan crouched 
behind a tree and waited. Soon he heard Glorfindel give a small sigh.

“I hate having to keep our relationship secret,” he said softly. “I miss you 
when you go off hunting orcs with Elladan. Then whenever you return we 
have to keep lying to everyone and sneaking around like this. I want them 
to know, Elrohir. We’ve been hiding our relationship for five years and I 
think it is time we told your family”

“So do I” Elrohir reassured him. “I will tell them soon. But I want Elladan 
to know first. He is sure to take it hard, being my twin and everything. I 
will tell him soon, I promise. I love you Glorfindel”

“And I love you Elrohir. Do you have to go back yet?”

“No” Elrohir whispered suggestively. “Elladan will probably be asleep by 
now. I can stay a while longer”

Feeling sick with anger, Elladan slipped away from the lovers and began 
to walk back to his room. As he walked, a tear slid down his cheek and he 
brushed it away angrily.

“You are not going to get away with this Elrohir,” he swore quietly. “I will 
make you mine if it is the very last thing I do”
 
 

The next morning, Elladan woke up to find that Elrohir had awoken and 
left before him, no doubt wanting to see Glorfindel before breakfast. As he 
remembered what he had seen the night before, his feelings of rage came 
back, this time stronger than before. How dare Elrohir take Glorfindel as 
his lover? How dare he betray him like that? 

Breakfast was a very quiet affair. Elladan avoided looking at or talking to 
either Elrohir or Glorfindel and he only spoke to his father if Elrond asked 
him a question. The one time he did glance at Elrohir at the corner of his 
eye, his could see that his twin looked confused about the way he was 
acting. 

“Are you feeling all right today, Elladan?” his father asked finally. “You 
are not eating much and you seem very quiet”

“I am fine father” Elladan replied. “I just did not sleep well last night. I 
took a late night walk around the grounds” he added slowly. Elrohir paled 
visibly and looked briefly at Glorfindel, who looked equally worried. 
Elladan pushed his plate away and stood up.

“I think I will go to my room for a while, father,” he said. “I have a bit of a 
headache. Maybe a rest will help” Elrond nodded and the oldest elf twin 
left the room without a word to Elrohir or Glorfindel.
 

Up in his room, Elladan stood by the window, looking out over Rivendell. 
He hadn’t lied to his father, he really hadn’t slept well and he did have a 
headache. But even worse were the pictures in his head, pictures that just 
would not go away. He couldn’t help wondering if he was going mad.

“Elladan” Someone asked quietly, from behind him. He turned round to 
see Elrohir standing there. Alone. 

“I came to see if you were all right,” his brother continued, taking a step 
into the room and shutting the door behind him. “And to explain about last 
night”

“There is nothing to explain” Elladan said angrily, sitting on his bed and 
glaring at the wall. “I saw you. You and Glorfindel, together. Five years 
he said you had been together. You kept it from me for all that time. 
Why?”

“I…I am not sure” Elrohir sat down beside Elladan and put a hand on his 
arm. “I suppose I knew that you were going to be upset about it and I 
honestly did not want to hurt you. You were not supposed to find out like 
that” Gently he reached out to touch his older brother’s cheek and Elladan 
saw his chance. He grabbed Elrohir’s wrist and held it tightly. Then he 
leant forward and kissed his twin hard on the lips. 

“Elladan, I don’t know what is wrong with you” Elrohir said in disgust as 
he drew back. “But stop this now”

“No” Elladan gave him an evil smile. “You are mine, Elrohir. Not 
Glorfindel’s. But if you allow him to have you, then I am going to have 
you too”

He pushed his twin down onto the bed and sat astride him. Sensing that he 
was about to scream, Elladan took the knife from his belt and held it in 
front of him. 

“Please don’t make me use this, Elrohir,” he begged. “Just lay still and be 
quiet, there’s a good little elf”

Quickly, he began to undress his brother, a difficult task since Elrohir’s 
arms were pined to his side and he was unable to move. Elrohir just lay 
there, making no effort to make Elladan’s task any easier, but not fighting 
him either. Silent tears leaked from his eyes and spilled onto his cheeks as 
Elladan ran a gentle hand down his bare chest to the top of his trousers. He 
unfastened them and pulled them off, dumping them on the floor with 
Elrohir’s cloak and shirt. He found, much to his satisfaction, that Elrohir 
was semi-hard already.

“So” he said with a smirk. “It seems that you do want this after all”

“I do not want this” Elrohir said firmly. “Let me go”

“That is not what your body is saying” Elladan said, gripping his brothers 
penis firmly and moving his hand up and down, running his thumb across 
the head. It grew harder under his touch and after a few minutes, Elrohir’s 
body tensed and he released himself over his brother’s hand. Elladan 
looked at him and smirked again, as Elrohir began crying harder, now 
completely humiliated. 

“Stop crying, you baby” Elladan spat. “Get on your front. Now!”

He got off Elrohir, allowing his twin to roll onto his front. Then he 
dropped his own trousers and lay on top of his twin, at last having the 
chance to feel flesh on flesh. Finding his target, he pushed his erection into 
the body beneath him, taking no care to be gentle. Elrohir cried out and 
Elladan pushed his head against his pillow to stop him making a noise. 
Then he began thrusting roughing in and out, ravaging his brother’s body, 
until at last he climaxed, emptying his seed into his twin brother. 
He rolled off Elrohir and attempted to get his breath back. Elrohir looked 
up hesitantly, his face pale and streaked with tears. Sensing that Elladan 
was not going to stop him, he rolled off the bed, grabbed his clothes and 
fled from the room. And as Elladan watched him go, the real horror of 
what he had done finally hit him. He had forced himself on his own 
brother, all because of his stupid obsession and his jealousy. He had at last 
got the one thing he had wanted for years, but in the process he had lost 
the most important person in his world. His twin brother. Tears of sadness 
fell from his eyes as he realised that Elrohir would never forgive him for 
this. Just like he would never forgive himself…
 
 

The End
 

 
A/N: The reason I made the ending like I did, was simply because I can’t 
believe that Elladan is really evil and I think only an evil person could 
rape something, particularly their own flesh and blood. So I decided that 
although Elladan loses his mind temporarily, when he realises the 
implications of what he has done, he is sorry. I believe it makes sense.