Title: The Tournament
Author: Ninon and Cally  (kbramley@oberon.ark.com)
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Orophin. Surprise pairing, for those who want to 
be spoiled I'll reveal it at the end.
Disclaimer: This is a documentation of fact, I saw it, heard it and cheered it all on. 
*snorts* Yeah, right... So not true and so not ours
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive
Summary: A tournament has consequences, though not all of them are bad.
Genre: Angst, Romance, a few bits of plot managed to work their way in but mostly sex.
Warning: Incest... lots and lots of it. Hints at domination.
Authors Notes: If anyone wants it we are willing to write Elrohir claiming his 'prize'.
Authors Notes2: *huggles Ninon* Thanks for doing this sweets, it wouldn't be the same 
with anyone else. *Hugs and kisses Sanny* Thanks for reading it darlin' means much to 
have your feedback.
 
 
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Grandfather's tournament had been going on for several hours 
now and the competitors had been reduced by half.  Together, they'd 
entered every event and had managed to survive in most of them. 
 
Elrohir paused in discussion with his twin, his eyes 
curiously peering around Elladan to see the next competitor. A tall, 
rather handsome elf with strong features stepped forward. Though what 
engaged his curiosity was that this elf lacked the arrogance 
most 'Lorien elves had. 
 
        Elladan turned to look at whatever had captured his twin's 
attention.  "Hmm, I don't remember seeing him before.  Know who he 
is?" 
 
Elrohir shook his head, his braid swinging across his face, 
before he flipped in back absently. "Nay. But if he makes it past 
this challenge, they will announce his name." 
 
"Well Brother, you can stare later.  Otherwise, *we* won't 
make it past this challenge,"  Looking again at the tall elf,  
Elladan snickered.  "Think we should talk to him later?" 
 
Elrohir pouted at his brother, offering a reprimanding smack 
to his ass before nodding. "Of course Brother... he might be rather 
enjoyable to *talk* to." 
 
At that, the next round was announced and the latest object 
of their joint lust stepped out to take his turn.  Five arrows fired, 
five arrows hit the target, each within an inch of the 
others.  "We'll have to be good today to beat that.  He hasn't missed 
a thing so far."  Elladan said as he studied the unknown elf, 
watching the faint outline of muscles under his tunic. 
 
Elrohir nodded absently, grey eyes studying the strong 
form. "We are, though I wouldn't mind submitting to him. He does seem 
rather talented." 
 
At that point their friend Haldir walked up to mystery elf 
and began talking to him.  "Hmm,  looks as if they know each other.  
Wonder if they're lovers."  Elladan speculated, assuming that 
everyone else enjoyed sex as much as he. 
 
Chewing his bottom lip in contemplation, Elrohir studied the 
two elves,  watching the actions and body language like a hawk as 
well as studying their appearance, before finally shaking his 
head. "Perhaps, but they would be incestuous." 
 
"Ah, so you think they're kin?  I remember Haldir mentioning 
brothers once, but I've never seen him with them."  Then he began 
looking at the distant elf in a new light.  "Perhaps we aren't the 
only ones who know the best lovers are at home,"  he whispered, then 
turned to back to watch the next competitor. 
 
Elrohir's lips turned up in a mischievous smile. "Perhaps 
they are as open as we," he contemplated. In their relationship 
Elladan had always been the more outgoing, spreading his legs to half 
of those he found desirable and taking the rest of them. While he had 
always preferred to watch them and slake his lust on his twin 
afterwards. 
 
"M'mm, wouldn't that be fun?  Haldir and his enticing 
brother."  But at that moment Elladan's name was called and he left 
to take his place. 
 
Elrohir took a few steps to the side,  always loving to watch 
his brother at work. The taut body he knew so well drawn back,  the 
expression of concentration fixed over his features like a mask. And 
those long legs, parted enticingly for balance. 
 
Taking his aim, Elladan could feel his brother's eyes on him, 
the desire that would demand his attention come nightfall.  Forcing 
the image out of his mind for the moment, he concentrated and hit the 
center round.  The next arrow just missed the center while the rest 
grouped around the first.  Walking back, he took his natural spot 
beside Elrohir.  "Well, I'm out now.  You'll have to do better." 
 
Elrohir licked his lips lustfully as he moved past his 
brother. "What do I get if I win?" He purred, letting his twin think 
on his reward as he stepped up. The thought of his brother before 
him, eager and willing to please, fairly begging for it added extra 
encouragement. And he managed, just barely, to stay in the 
competition. 
 
When his twin returned, Elladan leaned close.  "Winners get 
to choose what they like."  Then indicating Haldir's apparent 
brother, "Think we could get him?  I know you like to watch, but if 
he's as good in bed as he looks, you might want to join us." 
 
Elrohir smiled and pressed his cheek to his brother's, 
murmuring into his ear. "I do believe I would join you, Brother. This 
is the most tempting morsel we've picked out in a long while. Though, 
I think for my prize I'll have you alone... strapped down and begging 
for it." Smiling, he let his tongue trace the curve of his brother's 
ear,  blowing gently on the damp flesh. 
 
"I'll hold you to that,"  Elladan snickered, the thought of 
being forced by his twin making him twitch in desire.  "But you've 
got to win first.  Let me wish you luck," then he reached down and 
cupped the bulge in Elrohir's leggings. 
 
Elrohir's breath hitched and a faint moan left his lips. 
Sliding his hands up, he cupped his twin's ass, squeezing the firm 
globes. "I love the way you wish me luck." he confessed hoarsely, 
feeling his cock throb with lustful blood. 
 
With a loud voice the tournament master announced the final 
round.  Then they finally learned their latest favorite was named 
Orophin.  "An unusual name, Brother.  Since I'm out now, I think I'll 
walk over there, see what I can overhear.  Then we can better plan 
our attack later."  Elladan grinned. 
 
Elrohir smiled at that, sending another swat to his brother's 
ass to send him off, and to give him a little taste for later. 
  
*** 
 
Orophin shrugged to his brother's question. "I think I have a 
fair shot, but the others are quite good. Especially Lord Celeborn's 
grandson." 
 
"You'll have to watch out with him.  I've seen him compete 
several times before and he's always a strong finisher.  But you're 
better," Haldir nodded in encouragement as Orophin's name was called. 
 
Orophin smiled in thanks and stepped up to the target, firing 
the allotted three arrows. A frown coming to his face as only one hit 
the bull's-eye, the other two landing just outside the mark. 
  
Elrohir swallowed as he stepped up, only a few competitors 
behind Orophin. Firing his three arrows, two hitting the bull's-eye, 
the other landing on the very outside of the target. Fortunately for 
him, the others did no better and within a few moments he was 
declared the winner.  
 
As if by magic, Elladan reappeared by his side to 
congratulate him.  "I'll bring the leather," he whispered, so softly 
only his brother could hear.  Then at the barely concealed 
anticipation in Elrohir's eyes, he took him by the arm.  "Why don't 
we go and congratulate Orophin on a challenging match?" 
 
Nodding his head agreeably, still involved in his fantasy of 
what would happen that night, Elladan placed his hand on his 
brother's back, letting the tips of his fingers rest against the 
enticing curve of his brother's ass. 
  
Orophin glanced up as the twins walked over, blue eyes fixing 
on grey he stood by nervously as they advanced, not sure if they 
where going to gloat. 
 
"You were very good today.   If my brother's concentration 
had been off the least bit, you would have easily beaten him," 
Elladan smiled. 
 
Elrohir offered a becoming smile to the older elf. "I had 
something to work towards, besides the crown of laurels." 
  
Orophin smiled in return at the twins, a faint blush rising 
to his cheeks. "You both were wonderful. I think it was the luck of 
the draw, on any other day you both could have beaten me." 
 
"Maybe.  I wouldn't want my father to overhear this, but I 
think the best archers are from here," Elladan complimented the 
other, knowing from long experienced that flattery, especially when 
well deserved, was often the quickest way into someone's bed.  "I saw 
you talking to Haldir earlier.  Last time we were here, he promised 
to go hunting with us." 
 
Orophin couldn't help the blush that rose to his 
cheeks. "Haldir went to speak with Rumil. Though if you wish you can 
wait at our talan,  they should be there soon. You can remind Haldir 
of it then, I'm sure he would enjoy the exertion." 
 
" 'Our' talan,"  Elrohir asked, wanting confirmation they 
were indeed talking to one of Haldir's brothers. 
 
Orophin nodded. "My brothers and I have claimed one of the 
family talans." 
 
Elladan looked at Elrohir and knew his twin was thinking of 
the same thing.  *How to get Orophin alone in that talan.*  Not that 
they wouldn't mind Haldir joining them, but when it was first time, 
they preferred sampling new lovers with no distractions. 
 
Elrohir smiled and hooked his arm with his brother's. "Lead 
on, Orophin." 
  
Smiling a little, the elder elf turned and led the twins 
through the woods, stopping halfway back towards 'Lorien before 
scaling the tree, then sending a rope ladder down for the twins. 
 
Leaning over, Elladan whispered into Elrohir's ear.  "I heard 
Haldir say he had to go see Grandfather and wouldn't be back for 
awhile.  Plenty of time for us to get to know our host better."  Then 
with a leer he took hold of the ladder and started up. 
 
Elrohir shivered in delight as he climbed after his brother, 
watching his ass muscles flex with each step. And before Elladan 
could climb up completely, he quickly moved a step higher to sink his 
teeth into the deliciously taut muscles. 
  
Above, Orophin moved quickly towards the kitchen area, 
pulling down three goblets before grabbing two bottles of wine, one 
red and one white.  He wasn't sure about those two.  He'd always 
heard Lady Celebrian's sons were close, but something about the way 
they moved and looked at each other suggested they might be closer 
than their family realized. 
 
"You have a rather spacious nest here.  Much larger than some 
we've visited,"  Elladan said as he took a seat on a cushion. 
 
Orophin smiled and settled onto a chair,  handing each of the 
brothers a glass of wine. "Most are only built for the number of 
elves that live in it. Before, it was five of us. Myself, Haldir, 
Rumil and our parents. Though they've long since sailed." 
 
"You didn't want to join them?"  Elrohir asked, curious at 
the reasons why people choose to remain here when they could go to 
Valinor. 
 
Orophin shook his head. "Nay. My brothers wish  to remain 
and  protect Middle Earth. And as such, I remain and protect them." 
 
"So you're as loyal to your brothers as I am to mine."  
Elladan smiled.  Even if Orophin hadn't been so delightfully 
appealing on a physical level, he began to think that he'd still find 
him attractive just on his personality. 
 
Orophin smiled as he offered a slightly impish shrug. "I do 
not know how loyal you are to your brother, but I daresay that is the 
case." Taking a small sip of his wine, he licked his lips free of the 
drops. 
 
Feeling his loins tighten at the sight of Orophin's tongue 
running along those luscious lips, Elladan replied, "I like your 
wine.  Such a warm and inviting color.  And the taste insists you try 
more." 
 
Orophin smiled at that, having always liked the taste of this 
wine. Picking up the bottle, he leaned forward, one hand pressing 
against the cushion between his legs to get purchase as he topped  
Elladan's and Elrohir's glasses with a smile. "I'm glad you like it." 
 
"We've never seen you with Haldir when we've visited before.  
Does Grandfather keep all you galadhrim on patrol nonstop?"  Elladan 
asked as he took back his filled glass. 
 
"Nay. Myself and Rumil take posts father out. Though my 
shifts are longer than Rumil's.. so out of all of us you will see me 
least." 
 
"Then it's fate we should have been here for the tournament 
today.  Otherwise we might never have met,"  Elrohir smiled, putting 
all his charm to work. 
 
"I'm glad I was here," he admitted. "And perhaps it was fate. 
The last three tournaments I was posted on the outskirts so we would 
not have met." 
 
"Will Haldir be much longer?" Elladan asked, knowing full 
well the other would not be back for hours.  Orophin was proving far 
more evasive than he expected so they'd have to press their case 
harder if they wanted a chance to burrow underneath those clothes 
anytime soon. 
 
Orophin bit his lower lip in thought, before yanking it out 
and shaking his head. "He should not be, but knowing Rumil and his 
flights of fancy he very well could be... though they should come 
back before nightfall, and that is only a few hours away." 
 
"Well I for one don't mind waiting at all, not when the 
company is so pleasant as this,"  Elrohir answered, his voice edged 
with desire. 
  
A faint flush came to Orophin's cheeks, though he wasn't sure 
if it was his imagination putting the desire in Elrohir's words. 
 
Smiling coyly at the elder, Elrohir let his hand drift to 
Elladan's thigh, stroking the strong muscle gently.  At his brother's 
touch, Elladan covered the hand with his own.  If Orophin was 
willing, he should know from the outset that it would be with both of 
them.  Some of their previous lovers hadn't fancied being with more 
than one at a time so they'd learned to make things clear beforehand. 
 
Orophin swallowed the last of his wine and sent a glance at 
the doorway.  Sighing, he turned back to the brothers, a blush rising 
on his cheeks as he saw the touching between them. "Would you like a 
tour?" he asked suddenly. "There is a wonderful view of a glade not 
to far from here, it's beautiful in the last hours of sunset, with 
the river running through it." 
 
"We'd like that very much," the brothers replied almost in 
unison, then they stood to follow their host. 
 
Orophin showed them each of the rooms, all simply, but 
comfortably furnished, then walked out on a terrace that overlooked 
the Anduin. 
 
Elrohir slid his arms around his brother's waist, sighing 
softly at the romantic view as he stroked his twin's abdomen, 
loosening the tight clothes and moving ever closer to the bulge 
growing in his leggings.  Elladan let go of a small moan, his fingers 
slowly moving forward to run gently over Orophin's back, studying him 
for a reaction. 
 
At the touch, Orophin tensed at first, then relaxed back into 
those teasing fingers.  It had been so long since he'd been with 
someone and now to have two such luscious creatures desiring him at 
once was more than he'd ever expected.  Haldir and Rumil always got 
the attention, not he, and he soon found himself wishing his brothers 
would stay in the city all night. 
 
Feeling Orophin relax into his touch, Elladan upped the ante, 
slowly sliding his hand down to Orophin's ass, stroking the 
delectable curve with his palm as he leaned back against his twin, 
snuggling his own ass between Elrohir's thighs.  Whimpering softly, 
Elrohir slid his hand down, cupping his twin's cock through his 
leggings, massaging gently. 
 
At that, Orophin turned around and his mouth was immediately 
claimed in a scorching kiss while hands, he knew not whose, ran up 
and down his body.  He'd never even had a fantasy like this and now 
he was being devoured. 
 
Sliding his hands over Orophin's chest and down to the 
lacings, Elrohir untied the soft pants, sliding them down muscular 
legs as he dropped to his knees. His mouth immediately sealing over 
Orophin's puckered entrance, sliding his  tongue into the tight hole. 
 
Elladan pulled off Orophin's tunic, then kneeled in front and 
took him into his mouth, taunting and teasing with tongue and lips.   
They were going to fuck Orophin within an inch of his life, then 
later have their own private fun. 
  
Orophin cried out in heady pleasure, never having felt such 
things before. Two wickedly hot mouths on his body, one taking him 
into such tight heat he thought he'd fall over. The other tongue 
fucking him into oblivion,  and the only thing he could to was widen 
his legs, and hang on for dear life. 
 
Elrohir groaned softly,  parting Orophin's cheeks wide as he 
burrowed closer, his  tongue ramming in and out quickly, before he 
pressed his palms to Orophin's back.  Reaching for his brother, 
Elladan pulled Elrohir's leggings loose to reach inside for the cock 
he knew was hard already.   Grasping it firmly, he  began to caress 
it.  Almost at the same moment, Elrohir did the same to Elladan, 
linking the three of them in a circle of lust.   Moaning against 
Orophin's ass, Elrohir thrust into his twin's hand, drawing upon his 
knowledge of his brother to make him cum. 
  
Orophin shook with lust and desire, feeling his balls 
tighten, pulling closer to his body before he exploded in a haze of 
sight and sound. 
 
Unsteady on his feet now, the twins led Orophin back into one 
of the bedrooms and laid him down gently.  "This way, we can play 
with more of you,"  Elladan explained as they shrugged off their 
clothes. 
"Such beauty underneath those dull gray clothes."   Then he pulled 
Elrohir to him for a kiss.    Elrohir groaned softly, gripping his 
twin's hips and pulling him closer, grinding them together, as he 
fondled his brother's ass, pushing one seed coated finger inside of 
him. 
  
Orophin panted gently as he watched the twin with wide 
eyes.   With that  lusty tableau in front of him, he soon found 
himself growing hard again.  He usually didn't rebound so fast, but 
these two had lit such a fire inside him, he wanted nothing more than 
to part those downy cheeks and hear Elrohir moan beneath him. 
 
Elrohir pulled back with a loud gasp for air, one look at 
Orophin told him all he needed to know as he gripped Elladan's hips. 
Pushing him face first onto the bed,  then delivering a sharp smack 
to his twin's ass, he nodded with satisfaction at the bright red hand 
print blooming  on those lily white cheeks. 
 
"Hurry, Brother, I need to feel you inside me."  Elladan 
murmured as he raised his ass for Elrohir, 
totally without shame or modesty. 
 
"Should I use oil or do you want it roughly this time?" 
Elrohir asked.  From long practice, they could manage either way and 
found that each held its own attraction. 
 
"Oil I think, we should save the other for later,"  Elladan 
coyly replied, teasing Elrohir with the thought of his prize for 
winning today.  
 
  Reaching to the floor for a small pouch on his belt, Elrohir 
pulled out a small vial filled with a thick oil that smelled faintly 
of night flowers.   Using a bit on both of them, he took a firm grip 
on his twin's hips, then quickly buried himself in the beloved 
opening and began to rock back and forth.  Turning his head slightly, 
he spoke to the blond, "You may have me if you like.  Is your aim as 
good here as it was at the tournament?" 
 
Orophin quickly slicked his cock with their oil, then  knelt 
behind Elrohir and  shoved inside with a grunt of pleasure. "Even 
better."  Elrohir gasped in delight, clenching tightly around Orophin 
as he slid his hands over his brother's back, buried to the hilt 
inside his tight orifice. 
 
In moments all three were moaning and gasping, none of them 
noticing sounds of the front ladder being climbed or the footsteps in 
the outer room.  Rumil, youngest of the three had left Haldir behind 
to come home, only to stop dead when he saw his beloved 'Phin 
entwined with those Imladris twins. 
 
Gasping in pleasure, Orophin had gripped Elrohir's hips, 
pounding inside the slender body as the younger twin moaned loudly.  
Elrohir gasped and writhed between the two bodies, using Orophin's 
force to send him all the more harder inside his beloved Elladan. 
 
Flustered, Rumil stood there, trying not to believe what his 
eyes were seeing and wanting nothing more than to run.  But he 
couldn't move, it was as though some enchantment held his feet 
prisoner.  Even more horrible was the fact that he found himself 
wanting to be the one 'Phin was inside instead of that dark haired 
interloper. 
 
Orophin let his head fall back as his eyes closed, utterly 
enraptured with the tight channel clenching around his cock. Feeling 
it spasm with pleasure as he pushed in deeper with each thrust, his 
own muscles contracting, showing dimples in his cheeks as his balls 
drew closer to his body.  Lost in the moment, Orophin found a face 
floating in front of his closed eyes.  One who trusted him and who 
would gladly give him anything he wanted . . . even this.  Softly and 
barely  recognizable, the name 'Mil crossed his lips as he thrust 
again and again. 
 
Elrohir tossed his own head back, screaming his orgasm even 
as his mind registered Orophin's moans, realizing the name was not 
his own, nor that of his beloved twin. 
  
Orophin let out a horse cry as he came, the clenching passage 
too much around his aching sex. 
 
Unable to watch any longer, Rumil forced himself to move and 
somehow found his way back to the ladder.  Climbing down quickly, 
tears filled his eyes as he realized he'd never have what he wanted 
for as long as he could remember.  How he compete with Lord  
Celeborn's grandsons?  They were too fair and Orophin was clearly 
enraptured by them. 
 
*** 
 
Orophin stretched in pleasure before sliding from  his bed. 
Sliding a robe over his body before padding towards the bathroom, 
hissing softly as he stepped on something sharp. Managing to pull his 
foot back before it  broke the skin,  a gasp left his lips as he saw 
Rumil's crown of laurels from the swordplay competition. 
 
*He saw us*, Orophin shuddered as he ran to the front 
landing.  But there was no trace of Rumil to be found, just scuffed 
dirt at the bottom of the ladder looking as if someone had stumbled 
there.  Rumil was still young, innocent in so many ways and he'd come 
upon his brother humping away like some forest animal in rut.  No 
wonder he ran.  Turning back, Orophin looked towards his room and saw 
Elladan and Elrohir embracing.  At least they're happy Orophin 
thought before he went to the bathroom to splash water in his face.  
For all the pleasure they'd given him this afternoon, he'd trade it 
all in an instant to have his Rumil back. 
 
        Rumil sniffled softly as he dropped to the ground far from 
the talan.   Drawing his knees up to his chest, he began rocking back 
and forth. Feeling so alone, so hurt.... so betrayed by what his 
brother had done. And for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why 
Orophin hadn't chosen him... he would have loved to be with his 
brother. He didn't understand why Orophin had chosen those two... 
sluts!  One night in camp, he'd heard tales about them.  How they 
satisfied their lust with others before laying with each other.  The 
Lord and Lady didn't seem to know that they would often do it in 
their own house, they were so brazen. How, how, how could 'Phin be 
with them? 
 
Orophin, in a hastily donned tunic and leggings,  ran through 
the woods, hoping his brother was beside the stream. Hoping 'Mil 
sought solace from the running water as he had always done. And 
bursting through the last few trees, heaved a huge sigh of relief, 
seeing his baby brother's form by the water's edge. 
 
"I thought I'd never find you." Orophin exclaimed as he 
stopped a few feet from his brother. 
 
Rumil sniffled again, angrily dashing away his tears as he 
glared up at his brother. "Why would you look? I would think you'd 
still be rutting with those sluts in our talan." 
 
"I wish you hadn't seen that."  Orophin apologized.  "I never 
dreamed you'd be back so soon." The sight of Rumil's disappointment 
and disgust was tearing him apart and he had only himself to blame.  
How could he have let himself be seduced so easily? 
 
Rumil shrugged off his concern and tightened his arms around 
his legs. "Of course you wouldn't want me to see it. Who would want 
their brother to see him acting like the village whore?" 
 
"I just met them this afternoon. They wanted to see Haldir, I 
took them home to wait, and served them some wine.  Next thing I knew 
their hands were on me and I lost myself."  Orophin quietly explained 
as he moved closer and sat down beside his brother.  "'Mil, I won't 
make excuses.  It's been a long time for me and I wanted what they 
offered.  Can you forgive me?" 
 
"Why would I need to forgive you?" he mumbled into his 
knees. "It's not like I'm anything more to you than your brother. I 
certainly don't spread my legs for you like those twin sluts." 
 
"I don't really know them, but I do not think they are 
sluts.  I can tell you they care for each other and want to be 
together despite what the rest of the world thinks of such."  Orophin 
explained as the sight of Elladan's and Elrohir's pleasure in each 
other had made him rethink the possibility of his long denied passion. 
  
Rumil shook his head at Orophin's first words, continuing to 
do so until his brother had stopped. "They *are* sluts," he stated, 
angry at his brother for defending their actions.  "You never pay 
attention to news that drifts through the camp. They take elves to 
their bed and slake their lust on them, before fucking each other. 
You were just a conquest, Orophin. Nothing more and I cannot believe 
how easily you were duped." 
 
"Did I say I expected anything more from them?  I'm not 
naive, you know.  I've heard the same stories you have.   The only 
thing that surprised was that they choose me when they could have had 
any number from the tournament,"  Orophin explained, inwardly 
berating himself for having cost Rumil part of that innocence he so 
loved. 
 
Rumil unfolded his lanky frame from the ground, his hands 
finding a home on his hips. "I don't want a whore for a brother," he 
said coldly. "Until you can keep your legs closed do *not* talk to 
me." Shooting Orophin one last glare, he turned around and made his 
way back through the  forest. 
 
Sighing, Orophin shook his head, wondering it is was possible 
to make a bigger mess of things than he just had.  He'd hoped Rumil 
would understand that what he saw was just a one time thing, elves 
enjoying each other's company for what it was.  Instead, he'd seen 
only the worst, imagined trickery where there was none.   Why 
couldn't he have Haldir's silver tongue when it came to things like 
this?  Hal would have had 'Mil laughing in no time, not storming off 
feeling betrayed. 
 
Rumil slammed the door behind him as he stalked into the 
talan, his face twisting into a mask of pyre fury as he heart  the 
grunting of love-making coming from Orophin's bedroom.  Stalking  to 
the room, Rumil nearly booted the door open, filling the doorway, his 
appearance that of an avenging angel as he hissed and spat.  Those 
sluts were writhing on Orophin's bed like it was theirs.  "Get out 
now!" he shouted. 
  
Elrohir's arms had tightened around his brother's body, his 
hips pounding inside his favorite place. Feeling his brother's 
muscles clench around his cock, nearly milking the orgasm from his 
body.  Grunting with a particularly brutal thrust, Elrohir's head 
turned to the door, at the outraged voice yelling at him and his twin. 
 
"The other brother I suppose?"  Elrohir cavalierly asked and 
stopped for a moment.  This one had his brothers' same pale blond 
look, if not their tact. 
 
"Get out of my talan!" Rumil screeched, his voice rising like 
a banshee as he stalked into the room, gathering up the discarded 
clothing and throwing them onto the bed. His eyes nearly wild, 
holding a mixture of anger, distrust and betrayal. "And leave my 
family alone!" 
 
"Why?" Elladan asked in a calm voice.  "Orophin didn't object 
to our company and Haldir's going hunting with us later.  Yet you 
order us out even though we've never met.  Have we wronged you in 
some way?" 
  
"Get out!" Rumil screeched again, the twins' calm voices only 
angering him further. "I'll not have my brother associating with 
Imladris whores! Now get out and leave him alone!" 
 
Pulling apart, the twins reached for their clothes and began 
pulling them on.  "We are not whores, nor did we make Orophin do 
anything he didn't want to.  Perhaps if you'd been more attentive, he 
wouldn't have needed us."  Elrohir replied as they passed.  What 
Orophin saw in this brat, he'd never understand, but they did say 
love was blind. 
  
Rumil nearly screeched again at those words, as it was he 
sent his palm cracking  against Elrohir's cheeks. "Stay the hell away 
from him if you know what's good for you." he spat. "He doesn't need 
someone who spreads his legs for one and all." Glaring furiously 
again, Rumil whirled at that, leaving the twins in the hall as his 
bedroom door slammed shut. 
 
"That was some slap, Brother.  He left fingerprints on your 
cheek,"  Elladan said as he examined Elrohir.  "You'd think we'd 
stolen Orophin from him the way he was acting."  Talking hold of the 
railing by the edge of the talan, he started down the ladder.  "I 
wonder where he went.  I'd like to have given him a proper goodbye." 
 
As if hearing the twins' words, Orophin broke through the 
line of trees, his feet trudging heavily for an elf and his head 
bowed uncharacteristically. As though he had the weight of the world 
on his shoulders, though in truth it was just his brother's words. 
 
"There you are.  We were afraid we would miss you."  Elhorir 
saluted him with a smile. "Your brother insisted we leave." 
 
Orophin  sighed softly, his eyes flickering to the talan 
above, shame in his eyes. "I am not surprised." he said softly. "It 
seems... he did not like our association. I should not have done 
that, not where he could have found us. I've stolen his innocence - 
part of it at least - by subjecting him to seeing us.  He's so much 
younger than Hal and me, he still doesn't understand that sometimes 
the body has needs." 
 
"And when he came back, we were still on your bed.  I'm 
afraid he has the worst opinion of us now.  But you're still his 
brother and once he's cooled down, you can talk."  Elladan soothed, 
saddened by Orophin's clear distress. 
  
Orophin slowly dragged his eyes back down, smiling at each 
twin in turn,  though a  gasp left his lips as he saw Elrohir's 
reddened cheek. "He hit you?!" 
 
"Tis nothing.  It's not the first slap I've received."  
Elrohir shrugged.  "He must care for you though to have been so upset 
by us being together." 
 
"He shouldn't have had to see it." he said softly, mournfully 
as he stroked Elrohir's cheek, feeling the slight puffiness forming 
from Rumil's slap.   "I apologize for this.  We've protected him so 
much, there's much that comes as a shock to him." 
 
"Our fault on that count.  But when we saw you today, we 
couldn't resist.  You have more charms than you realize,"  Elladan 
offered as he took Orophin's hand.  "If things don't work out with 
your brother, we'll find you next time we come for a visit." 
 
Orophin frowned at that, his brows puckering in 
confusion. "If things don't work out with 'Mil?" he repeated. "We 
will always be brothers, you cannot take that place." 
 
"Ah, that's not quite what Elladan meant,"  Elrohir replied 
with a twinkle in his eye.  "We know what it is to love your brother 
more than is considered proper."  At Orophin's continued blank look, 
Elrohir finished, "I heard you say 'Mil when you were inside me.  You 
were thinking of him, wishing he was the one you were riding.  Am I 
not right?" 
 
Orophin flushed red at that, scuffing his boots like a 
naughty elfling. "You are  right," he finally admitted.  "But there 
is naught between us more than the love of brothers... not on his 
side anyway." 
 
"Don't be so certain of that."  Elladan answered.  "Give him 
time and you'll see."  Then looking at his twin, "We must start 
heading back.  Grandmother's expecting us for dinner tonight and 
we'll be scolded if we're late again." 
  
Orophin nodded, "Best not anger the Lady Galadriel." Smiling 
again, despite his confusion, Orophin gave each twin a brief  hug 
before disappearing into the talan. 
 
His feet carrying him swiftly to his  brother's  door before 
knocking lightly.  "Rumil . . . will you talk to me?" he asked 
quietly as the door stayed firmly shut. 
 
"Go  away." Rumil mumbled,  too tired after his emotional  
outbursts to yell again.  Simply stripping off his clothes and 
climbing into his bed. 
 
"Please open the door.  I can't stand to see you upset like 
this,"  Orophin begged through the door, but with no footsteps on the 
other side, he knew Rumil wasn't listening. 
 
Pressing his face into the mattress Rumil couldn't help but 
let his tears flow,  not understanding what was so wrong with him. 
What  was so bad about him that his brother  couldn't love him?  
Couldn't be with him instead of those sluts. 
 
Finally after knocking several more times, Orophin realized 
he would not get an answer this night.  He'd lost all chance he had 
of gaining the thing he'd wanted for so long and Rumil's good opinion 
of him in the process.  Dejected, he walked out on the terrace and 
watched the rising moon.   The evening sky was always so simple, so 
ordered, not like this tangled world and the people who stumbled 
through it trying to find love.    When the sun rose, he would ask 
for a new assignment, anything to take him away from the mess he'd 
created.  Maybe then he could finally sort things out. 
 
*** 
 
Still sniffling softly, Rumil reluctantly slid from the bed 
as nature called, his eyes red rimmed and his pale, milky smooth skin 
was blotchy from tears and itchy from the salt. Opening his bedroom 
door with a jerky pull, Rumil stumbled into the hall, his foot 
catching on his unseen brother's thigh as he  went falling forward. 
Managing  - somehow - to land  sprawled on his back, his elbows 
catching his fall and his long legs spread like a well trained whore. 
 
"Are you hurt?" a muffled voice asked as Orophin sat up.  "I 
didn't know I'd fallen asleep in the middle of the floor,"  he 
apologized, then noticed just how his brother was laying.  Legs 
spread, everything in clear view and only inches from him.  It would 
take only the least effort to reach out and touch them all.  *Are you 
out of your mind?* Orophin thought, then purposely sat on his hand to 
suppress the temptation.  Rumil was already angry enough  with him 
and something like that would only make matters worse. 
 
Rumil frowned for a moment, mentally running over his body 
for any sore spots. Though the only one was on his rear and he 
obligingly shifted to the side, his hand moving behind him, rubbing 
the bruised flesh. "Why are you out here?" he asked softly, almost 
absently as he tried to make the ache in his bottom go away. 
 
"Couldn't stay in my room and the night air was cool."  
Orophin answered, thankful that Rumil was talking to him at all. 
 
"Why can't you stay in your room" He questioned coldly, 
remembering why he was upset in the first place. "Did you break the 
springs with your rutting?" 
 
"I couldn't stay because you wouldn't talk to me and I didn't 
want to be so close to you and not be able to see you."  Taking his 
brother's hand, Orophin continued, "I'm sorry I hurt you.  I'd do 
anything to take back what you saw, but I can't.  All I can do is ask 
you to forgive me."  Then he sat quietly, looking for some spark of 
hope in Rumil's eyes. 
 
Lowering the orbs in question, Rumil tugged his hand back, 
lacing his fingers together nervously. Muddling his way through his 
thoughts as  best he could, Rumil wondered what to do about the 
situation between them.  He couldn't tell his brother he had 
experience in sex, not with  his reactions earlier. Orophin would 
want to know *why* he had acted as he did and he wasn't ready - if he 
ever would be - to tell  'Phin the truth.  Licking his lips  slowly, 
Rumil finally lifted his eyes, moving to sit up at the same time and  
bringing attention back to his body. 
 
At the sudden movement, Orophin's eyes couldn't help but drop 
down to look at the places he'd coveted for so long.   His brother's 
cock was slender and long, perfectly shaped to fit into his hand.  
And the orbs underneath were ripe plums begging to be tasted. 
 
Rumil's breath hitched softly as he saw where his brother's 
eyes where going. He watched his cock so close to Orophin's neck, 
beginning to harden and breathing  deeply, he spread his legs a bit 
more under the pretense of adjusting his position. "We should talk 
about this . . . over tea." 
 
"Uh, if you like,"  Orophin sputtered as he realized what 
he'd been doing.  But as he shifted to stand, his hand brushed 
against Rumil's thigh and it was as though lightning was passing 
through him.  And not just him, Rumil too judging from the wistful 
expression on his face. 
 
Rumil moaned softly, unable to keep the sound lodged in his 
throat, also unable to keep his legs where they where. Rising up onto 
his knees as he pressed his thigh even further into 'Phin's hand. 
 
"Are you certain about this?" Orophin asked, mainly to 
convince himself this was actually happening. 
 
"About what?"  Rumil breathed softly,  shifting to stand,  
dragging his body against his brother's as he did so, blue eyes 
darkening with lust. 
 
Orophin managed to tear himself away from that long desired 
touch. "You're not doing this because of what happened earlier?"  He 
knew he'd never be able to bear it if Rumil only did this out of 
anger or resentment, even pity. 
 
Rumil shook his head slowly, then reached down for Orophin's 
hand, his pulse beating a wicked dance inside his  neck as he pulled 
his brother up. 
 
At that, Orophin broke into a smile that rivaled Ithil in its 
splendor.  "I've thought of this, wanted it for so long, but I was 
afraid to say anything for fear of losing you."  Accepting his 
brother's hands, Orophin climbed to his feet. 
 
Their hands falling apart, he lifted his hands to Rumil's 
shoulders and slid them down those strong arms.  Biting his lip 
tightly,  Rumil looked up at his brother, wordlessly pleading 
with 'Phin as he gave a tug to his tunic. 
 
Bending slightly, Orophin kissed Rumil gently, tenderly, as 
if the touch was more than he could bear.  But Rumil had no such 
hesitation and eagerly returned the kiss. 
 
Wrapping his arms around Orophin's neck, Rumil completely 
forgot about his brother's clothes and pressed up against him. 
Rubbing their bodies together as he forced Orophin against the wall, 
his flesh hardening between  his legs  until he pressed 
against 'Phin's own growing need. 
 
Their kisses took on more and more passion and soon Orophin 
begged his brother to let him catch his breath.  "Let me take these 
off so I can feel your skin against mine."  Then he began to undo his 
lacings and in moments was as naked as his beloved.  Then he turned 
to his impatient brother and pulled him close. 
 
Gasping softly, Rumil felt his brother's thick flesh press 
against his thigh, and he gripped 'Phin's upper arms, groaning  soft 
as he pressed closer. "Let me ride you brother? Please . . . let me 
do it?" 
 
"If you like.  But we should go back to your bed first,"  
Orophin answered with a little disappointment.  He'd so wanted to 
take 'Mil, but it wasn't in him to deny his brother anything. 
 
Sliding his hands up his brother's chest and around his neck, 
Rumil latched onto 'Phin's neck with his mouth, then jumped up. 
Locking his legs around the slender waist, he started to rub, his ass 
firm against his brother's sex. 
 
With 'Mil firmly seated, Orophin walked to the bedroom and 
closely lowered him to the bed, then climbed on himself.  Grinning , 
he bent to leave a trail of kisses on his brother's face, neck, and 
chest.  All the while, his hands were exploring the body he'd often 
seen, but never really known until this moment. 
 
Rumil's breath hitched in desire as he writhed beneath his 
brother, remembering vaguely what he wanted to do.  Placing his hands 
on his brother's shoulders, he shoved him back, very nearly pouncing 
on Orophin with one leg on either side of his hips as he sank 
down. "I'm going to ride you into oblivion 'Phin . . . ride you so 
hard your eyes roll back in your head and you cum so hard you black 
out." 
 
"Those are big words, Little Brother."  Orophin laughed, 
loving 'Mil's eagerness.   "Think you're up to it?" 
  
Rumil snorted softly, slithering up his brother's body, 
reaching towards the nightstand before withdrawing a vial of oil. 
Pouring a large amount into his palm, then slicking 'Phin's cock. His 
own body rising upwards, "Watch me," he purred softly, sinking onto 
the thick sex with a cry of pleasure. 
 
Caught in that tight tunnel, Orophin gasped as his brother 
began to move up and down.  
 
Rumil's hair swung back and forth as he moaned in 
pleasure.  "You feel so good inside me.  So big, so hot." 
 
"And you," he breathed softly,  thrusting up into the tight 
passage. "So tight... so hot and slick." Panting softly, Orophin 
continued to thrust, moaning and writhing beneath his twin even as 
his mind pushed a puzzle to the front.  His brother wasn't as tight 
as he should be, wasn't as unknowing.  Although he'd never 
seen evidence of it before, it was clear now that Rumil wasn't new 
when it came to the ways of passion. 
 
Orophin watched his brother fucked him with total abandon, 
the friction creating waves of pleasure that increased by the 
moment.  He reached for 'Mil's waist and in time with his descent, 
pulled down as well increasing the power of the thrusts. 
 
Rumil flung his head back and screamed, feeling his brother 
tear into his body, taking him brutally, giving him more pleasure 
than anyone else ever had. 
 
With Rumil not being as unspoiled as he had thought up until 
moments ago, Orophin had tossed away his earlier gentleness with 
relief.  Not because he had any desire to hurt, but he'd held these 
feelings inside for so long he doubted he would have been able to 
hold back long enough to initiate Rumil as gently as he should have 
been.  Now, he was free to do as he wished so he poured all his 
energy into this moment.  
 
Gasping with pleasure, Rumil slid his arms under his hair, 
lifting it off his sweaty back as he continued to slide up and down. 
Loving the way his brother's fingertips dug into his hips, pulling 
him down as 'Phin savagely thrust up. 
 
He wanted to kiss 'Mil, but that would have meant stopping 
his brother's ride and those sensations that were driving him crazy 
with lust.  He'd thought the twins were wonderful, but now, he could 
see they were nothing compared to his little 'Mil impaled on him. 
 
Licking his lips, Rumil leaned back, catching himself on his 
brother's knees as he spread his legs, lifting himself into a 
squatting position before letting gravity force him down, deeper than 
before onto his brother's cock. 
 
"Uhh," Orophin gasped as Rumil sunk to his hilt.  "You drive 
me mad," he murmured as a glazed look spread over his face.  Surely 
this couldn't get any better, yet it was by the minute. 
 
Groaning and panting with lust, Rumil reached between his 
legs, stroking his cock quickly, knowing he needed to cum. Had to cum 
before he was driven insane. 
 
"Let me do that,"  Orophin said as he reached for the 
dripping member.  "You're begging for attention, aren't you?"  he 
added in a whimsical voice as he addressed his brother's cock. 
 
"Elbereth, Orophin." Gasping he thrust forward, sliding onto 
his brother and into the warm hand. His body begging for attention as 
he breathlessly begged Orophin. 
 
It did fit perfectly in his hand, just as he had fantasized 
during many long nights on the frontier.  Smiling, Orophin slid his 
fingers along the shaft now throbbing with need.  He twisted and 
squeezed, ran his thumb along the veins, used every trick he'd 
learned over the years. 
 
Arching back, Rumil slammed himself down, feeling a small 
tear form in his opening, though it only heightened his pleasure. 
Making him scream his brother's name as he came hard,  fast and 
eagerly into his brother's hand. 
 
Covered in his brother's seed, Orophin lifted that hand to 
his mouth and licked the fingers as Rumil watched.  "I want every 
part of you, even this." 
 
"Brother," Rumil whimpered softly, falling forward as he 
continued to ride his precious 'Phin, his movements slowing with the 
residual orgasm. "Cum for me brother-mine... spill inside me until I 
leak with it." 
 
It would be only moments now as Orophin eye's drifted 
aimlessly.  'Mil was making good on his word and Orophin could feel 
the growing tension lighting up his insides like that exploding star 
he'd seen long, long ago.  With a barely coherent shout, he passed 
that edge Rumil shoved him to and came and came and came.  He'd never 
had an orgasm this intense or so long with anyone and it had been 
within his reach for so long if only he had stretched out his hand. 
 
Giving into his quivering muscles' plea, Rumil collapsed 
forward. Shuddering, panting and moaning above his brother's still 
form, feeling his body stretched wide over the softening shaft. A 
soft whimper of protest leaving his lips as it slipped free of his 
gaping body. 
 
Finally able to kiss, Orophin pressed a couple to 'Mil's lips 
before he had to lay back on the pillow.  Utterly exhausted and 
covered with sweat, all he wanted at this moment was to hold his 
brother against him.  Now 'Mil was his in every way and nothing nor 
anyone would ever change come between them again. 
 
 
 
 
 
The End 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Suprise pairing: Rumil/Orophin