Title:  Learning the Game (1/4)
Series:  Winner Takes All
Website:  Iavas~e~Guren http://www.fimbrethiel.com/
Type:  FPS 
Author:  Fimbrethiel
Email:  fimbrethiel@yahoo.com
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Erestor, Glorfindel
Warnings:  Explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, incest
Disclaimer:  Master Tolkien, I mean no harm.  No profit has been made.
Beta:  Orchyd Constyne
Timeline:  2951 of the Third Age, after Glorfindel’s encounter with the twins and Estel
met the Evenstar for the first time
Feedback:  Yes, please!
Archive:  Of Elves and Men, Melethryn, aff.net, Library of Moria,
http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/

Summary:  The evening after the fateful card game and wager, Glorfindel learns something
surprising about his dear friend the Chief Counselor.  

Author’s Notes:  This is a sequel to my story ‘Winner Takes All’.  Initally WTA was
planned as a standalone fic, but recently I received a rather enthusiastic email asking
if there was a sequel planned.  I responded that there was not, but a certain someone
*eyeballs Denise* tossed a bunny right in my lap, and the poor thing was starved for
attention.  I just had to bring it home and feed it.


*~*~*~*~*

Imladris, T.A. 2951

Erestor yawned and stretched as he returned to his chambers to freshen up.  The day had
been a long and tiring one, yet he felt the outcome of the discussions with the
ambassadors from Lórien was favorable.  An annual exchange of warriors between Imladris
and Lórien would commence the following season.  Both Elven realms felt honing their
abilities and fighting techniques with soldiers of other lands would keep their skills in
top shape and allow the warriors to continue learning new talents from each other.

At the conclusion of the talks, Master Elrond had ordered a light dinner to be served in
the conference chambers, along with a few celebratory bottles of wine to toast the
conclusion of successful negotiations.  No less that complete success was expected,
anyhow.  The Lord and Lady of Lórien had complete faith in their son-in-law’s counsel,
and did not feel it necessary for themselves to even attend, sending representatives of
the Golden Wood in their stead.  The talks were essentially a formality that must be
observed.

The Chief Counselor stripped off his somber black robes of office and tossed them
unceremoniously over a chair before heading to his private bathing chamber, where he
splashed a bit of scented water on his face, stroked a hairbrush a few times through his
black silky hair, and returned to the bedroom.  Selecting a casual loose white tunic and
a pair of dark leggings, he quickly changed his clothing and set off toward the Hall of
Fire.  Glorfindel would likely already be there with a fine bottle of wine procured from
the private supply Elrond kept for himself and the upper echelon in his employ, setting
up the chessboard and relaxing.

*~*~*~*~*

Glorfindel was indeed already seated at the gaming table, goblet of rich red wine in
hand, and an empty wine glass at the ready near the unoccupied seat across from him.  The
chessboard was set; all that was required was his opponent.

He glanced up in time to see Erestor’s lanky form enter the doorway, and gave his long-
time friend a low whistle of appreciation.  The stark white tunic Erestor wore was a
startling contrast to his unbound raven hair, the hem being tucked into snug-fitting
charcoal breeches that set off the long lines of the Counselor’s lean thighs admirably.

“Erestor, you are indeed in fine form this eve.  No somber black for you tonight,
mellonen?  You must tell me who your tailor is.  I shall commission an entire wardrobe of
those leggings for you.  They set off your - assets - most wonderfully.”  (my friend)

Erestor took a seat across from the blond Seneschal and raised a dark eyebrow at his
friend, who poured a generous glass of wine for him.  “My – assets – do occasionally
appreciate being clothed in something other than my usual basic black,” he replied
tartly.  He swirled the ruby liquid in his glass, taking a moment to appreciate the
bouquet, then took a restorative sip and exhaled in pleasure, visibly withdrawing from
the rigors of the day.  

As the tension slowly unfurled from his body, he began to relax.  For the second time
that day he noted Glorfindel again wearing a high-necked tunic despite the warmth of the
season.  It was a small detail, but one the Counselor found quite telling.  All during
the Counsel, the Seneschal had absentmindedly tugged at the high collar of his robes of
office, and although the Elda had changed his clothing, the casual tunic he wore tonight
again had an unusually high neckline.

It amused Erestor to see his friend blush, an occurrence that did not happen frequently.
He bided his time until he could catch the Seneschal unaware, and made it his personal
goal for the evening: to make the blond blush, and force an explanation of his attire
from his lips.

Master Elrond’s two most trusted advisors and friends; the golden Seneschal and the dark-
haired Chief Counselor had been best friends, and occasional lovers, for years beyond
counting.  A major component of their friendship came from their sometimes-antagonistic
behavior.  To an unknowing ear, it could seem the two were archenemies, yet the deep
respect they held for one another let them tease each other unmercifully.

Neither player was very interested in the chess match, each move taking longer and longer
to complete.  Finally, abandoning all pretense of playing, the two simply sat
companionably, sipping wine and chatting.

Finally, Erestor deemed the moment ripe.  The Counselor raised an elegant hand and waved
dramatically at his face, fanning the air about him and setting a few tendrils of hair
aflutter.  “You look a trifle warm, mellonen vrûn.  Perhaps you should loose that high
neck and cool off.”  (my old friend)

He was amused to note Glorfindel look distinctly uncomfortable and shift in his seat,
unconsciously tossing his head and allowing a tawny mass to fall forward over his
shoulder.  “Nay, I am fine, mellonen.  I felt a bit chilled earlier,” he lied
unconvincingly.  (my friend)

“Come, Glorfindel, perhaps a stroll in the gardens would help.  You do look
uncomfortable,” the Counselor pressed.
  
The Seneschal barked a denial.  “Erestor, leave me be!  I said I was fine, damn you.”

Erestor could no longer restrain his chuckle.  “All right, Glorfindel, I must know.
Where in all of Arda did you receive that enormous love bite on your neck?”

A lovely pink blush rose over Glorfindel’s high cheekbones and crept steadily upward,
disappearing into his golden hair.  Unfortunately for the Elda, two Elves chose that
moment to pass by the large doorway of the great Hall, their heads bent together
intimately.  They spoke quietly and earnestly to one another, oblivious to their
surroundings as they passed by and disappeared from view down the hall.

When his gaze lay upon the Elves, the corners of Glorfindel’s mouth turned up slightly in
a fond smile before he quickly tore his eyes away.  It was too late; Erestor followed the
piercing blue stare and his eyes grew large when he recognized the two passers-by.

A hoot of laughter escaped from Erestor’s mouth, startling some Elves at a nearby table.
They stared curiously at the normally reserved, staid Counselor.

“What do you find so amusing, Erestor?”  Glorfindel growled, embarrassed at being found
out, as well as annoyed that his friend seemed to be finding an inordinate amount of joy
at his discomfort.

Erestor simply threw his head back and laughed heartily.  “The twins?”
 
Glorfindel huffed indignantly.  “I am happy to see my discomfort has amused you,
mellonen.”  (my friend)

“Honestly, Glorfindel,” Erestor said between chuckles.  “I saw the mark during our
conference this afternoon.  Surely you did not think you could hide it!  It is rather…
impressive,” he chided.

At last giving in to the obvious humor of the situation, Glorfindel grinned back at his
long-time friend.  “I was hoping it would not be noticeable.  I swear I will kill him.  I
hope Elrond did not notice, nor the Lórien delegates,” he said, chagrined.

“Pray tell, which of the stunning Peredhil won your favor?”

Glorfindel gulped, uncomfortable once more, again flushing scarlet to the very roots of
his hair.  “Well… er…”

“GLORFINDEL!”  Erestor’s black eyes grew wide with wonder at his friend’s implication.
“You did not!”

“I did,” the blond replied sheepishly.  “Elladan left the mark in retaliation of the one
I made upon his brother.  Elrohir wears a matching one just above the collarbone.”  Blue
eyes narrowed dangerously and the Elda lowered his voice.  “I swear, Erestor, if you
breathe a word to anyone, I will skewer you like a boar and hang your bloated and fly-
blown carcass from the spire of the highest tower in Imladris for all to see.  Elrond
would be most displeased to learn of my dalliance with his sons.”  

Erestor scoffed at the empty threat.  Glorfindel knew he would no more divulge his
secrets than cut off his own hand.  “Tell me, pen vuin.  At risk of sounding unbearably
like a gossipy old matron, did you enjoy yourself?”  Erestor grinned widely and leaned
forward across the table, anxiously awaiting his friend’s response.  (dear one)

“Why is it, Erestor, that you suddenly have such an interest in my sexual proclivities?”
the blond rebuked.  “You would not be jealous, perchance?”  

Erestor smirked.  “Nay, I am genuinely curious, my friend.  Did you enjoy yourself?” he
repeated.

The blond could not suppress a wide smile of exhilaration from spreading across his lips.
He beamed and nodded emphatically.  “Aye, Erestor, I did.  It was astounding, and not
purely in a sexual manner.  There is a connection between the two the likes of which I
have never experienced nor appreciated before.”

He peered suspiciously at the dark-haired Elf.  Blue eyes gleamed wickedly as a thought
dawned on him.  “Or could it be that you have an interest in sampling the famed Peredhil
charms yourself?”

Black eyes sparked merrily back.  “Oh no, mellonen.  I have already had a taste of that
exquisite pair.  For you see, who do you think it was who taught them?”  (my friend)

Erestor’s bright laughter rang through the Hall of Fire at the look of surprise on the
Elda’s face.

~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~

Title:  Learning the Game (2/4)
Series:  Winner Takes All
Website:  Iavas~e~Guren http://www.fimbrethiel.com/
Type:  FPS 
Author:  Fimbrethiel
Email:  fimbrethiel@yahoo.com
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Erestor, Glorfindel
Warnings:  Explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, incest
Disclaimer:  Master Tolkien, I mean no harm.  No profit has been made.
Beta:  Orchyd Constyne
Timeline:  2951 of the Third Age, after Glorfindel’s encounter with the twins and Estel
met the Evenstar for the first time
Feedback:  Yes, please!
Archive:  Of Elves and Men, Melethryn, aff.net, Library of Moria,
http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/

Summary:  The evening after the fateful card game and wager, Glorfindel learns something
surprising about his dear friend the Chief Counselor.  

Author’s Notes:  This is a sequel to my story ‘Winner Takes All’.  Initally WTA was
planned as a standalone fic, but recently I received a rather enthusiastic email asking
if there was a sequel planned.  I responded that there was not, but a certain someone
*eyeballs Denise* tossed a bunny right in my lap, and the poor thing was starved for
attention.  I just had to bring it home and feed it.


*~*~*~*~*

“Erestor, you did no such thing!” Glorfindel gaped, awestruck at Erestor’s admission.
Erestor and the sons of Elrond?  And the Noldo had never told him, in all the years they
had known each other?  Impossible.  The blond shook his head in denial at his own folly.
If Erestor said it, it must be true; never had he known Erestor to tell an untruth.  How
could he have misjudged his friend so badly? 

The Counselor’s revelation left him reeling.  The dark-haired Elf-lord was more than
passing fair.  Because of his mysterious, exotic beauty, many sought to share his bed,
but were politely rebuked.  Few had ever broken through the cool, aloof demeanor he put
forth, Glorfindel himself being one of few to receive his favors.  But never, outwardly,
had the Counselor’s relationship with Elrond’s sons been anything other than that of a
loving but stern teacher and friend.    

Erestor chuckled quietly, a deep rumble emanating from his chest.  He relented, feeling a
bit sorry for intentionally having put his friend through such torment.  Standing, he
reached out a slim hand to the blond and pulled him to his feet as well.  “Come,
mellonen, let us walk and I will tell you a tale.”  (my friend)

Glorfindel, feeling in distinct need of fortification for the story he was about to hear,
carried the wine bottle and glasses with him and followed Erestor to the gardens, out
into the fragrant night air.

As he trailed behind the slender, dark-haired Elf, an uncomfortable half-formed thought
began to take root in the recesses of his mind.  Why, exactly, was the thought of Erestor
with the twins so alarming?  Was the Seneschal’s distress rooted in jealousy?

Nay, that was not possible.

Was it?

And if that curious, unnamed emotion was indeed jealousy, of who was he jealous?  Of
Erestor, for having been with the twins?  Or the twins, for their tryst with the
Counselor?

//Ai, Elbereth,// he thought with growing alarm as the thought grew and fought for
dominance in his mind.  //It is not so, it cannot be!  Not after all these years!//

With a firm push, Glorfindel drove that unwelcome intruder to the back of his mind,
determined not to think about it further.  He would examine those thoughts later in the
solitude of his rooms.  First, he had a tale to hear.

*~*~*~*~*

Flashback…  Imladris, Year 200, Third Age

It was a rare day off for Erestor, and he had spent it in idle leisure, reading and
sunbathing in a sheltered glade near the banks of the Bruinen.  Elrond had insisted his
Counselor take some time for himself.  He worked too hard, the Elf-lord had said, and
insisted his friend and Chief Counselor take a day and relax.  He was returning to the
Last Homely House, peaceful and delightfully lethargic with the effects of the sun.

Rounding a bend in the wooded path, he heard muffled voices, one rising above the other
with a high-pitched cry.  Curious and troubled, he veered off the path and through the
wooded undergrowth to investigate.  

He swayed on his feet and leaned heavily against a tree when confronted with the sight of
the Peredhil twins, bare as the day they slid from their naneth’s womb.  

Realization dawned on him as he took in the scene.  Elladan lay on top of Elrohir,
fumbling between his parted legs.  Elrohir gave a sharp cry of distress and pushed his
brother away, a grimace of pain twisting his features, tears streaming down his face.
Elladan rolled off his brother, gathered him tightly in his arms and began to cry fat
tears of anguish.  Erestor heard fragments of a hushed conversation that floated on the
soft breeze.

“…hurts, El…”  

“…sorry… didn’t mean…”

Uncertainly, Erestor froze in position, unsure how to proceed until his shrewd mind was
able to assess the situation and determine the best course of action.  He did not wish to
startle the twins, nor did he want to intrude on an intimate moment, but to move now was
to risk certain discovery, which would undoubtedly cause the brethren acute
embarrassment.

Slowly and cautiously Erestor backed away and retreated into the woods, a silent shadow
flitting among the trees.

*~*~*~*~*

A few hours later…

A housemaid knocked on the door of the twins’ suite.  Elladan opened the door, exchanged
a few words with the maid, and returned to the room a moment later.  He bore a piece of
parchment, neatly folded and sealed, in his hand.

He glanced at his brother, who looked curiously at the wax seal.  The rune imprinted in
the sealing wax was an elaborate ‘E’.  They recognized the stylized letter as Erestor’s
personal seal.  

Elladan peered over his brother’s shoulder as they read the note silently, penned in the
advisor’s elegant, flowing script:


Elladan and Elrohir,

Please join me in my rooms this evening after the dinner hour.  I wish to speak with you
in private.  I believe you will find our discussion informative.

Fondly,
Erestor


The twins looked at each other and shrugged.  Their plans for the evening apparently
consisted of a visit to Erestor’s rooms.  What on Arda could Erestor want to speak with
them about?

*~*~*~*~*


Still later that evening…

The twins walked nervously down the hall and up the stairs to Erestor’s rooms.  Neither
had any idea why Erestor wanted to speak with them, but a summons from one of their
Adar’s highest-ranking officers could not be ignored, no matter how politely it was
worded.  It was an order, and they did not dare refuse.

Erestor answered the hesitant knock on the door when it finally came with a quietly
voiced “Enter.”  The door swung silently inward on oiled hinges and the twins entered
nervously, hand in hand, bowing slightly to the Elf-lord as they murmured words of
greeting.

“Good evening Elladan, Elrohir.  Thank you for coming,” Erestor nodded in acknowledgement
and gestured toward a few comfortable chairs set around a small, low table.  He spoke
calmly and softly, hoping to put the two at ease.  The nervousness surrounding the
brethren was almost palatable.

He poured each a glass of sweet, fresh juice and pressed glasses into their hands.  “I
suppose you are wondering why I summoned you,” he began, sitting back and crossing his
long legs.”  Wide-eyed, the twins nodded wordlessly.

//Ah, there is no easy way to approach this,// Erestor briefly deliberated in silence.
He had planned how to begin, but when finally confronted with identical panic-stricken
faces, he prudently changed course, abandoning his prior plan.

“I do not wish to keep you in suspense any longer.  First, let me begin by assuring you
what is said in this room will remain held in the strictest of confidences.”  His words
were met with duplicate wide-eyed nods of assent.

“Tell me, pin vuin,” he leaned forward in his chair and the brethren instinctively leaned
back, drawing close together in dread.  “Was today’s experience in the forest your first
encounter together?” Erestor asked, his deep voice soft and gentle.  (dear ones – pl.)

A fearful whimper escaped Elrohir’s lips and the color drained from their faces.
//Elbereth help us…// they reached out to each other mentally.

“Nay,” Erestor quickly spoke in reassurance, wishing there were another way to set them
at ease.  He could feel their fear radiating from them in waves and sought to calm them.
“It is not what you think.  I apologize for frightening you, but there is no easy way to
broach this subject.”

The twins drew shaky breaths.  Elladan reached for his twin’s hand and drew it to him,
clasping it tightly in his, giving strength to, and in return, receiving strength from
his brother.  “Aye, it was.  But please, Erestor, I am begging you, do not tell Ada,” the
elder twin implored, tears welling in his silver eyes.  Elrohir sat
his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Nay, this was not going according to plan at all, Erestor cursed himself roundly.  He
dropped to his knees before the brethren, quickly gathering them within the circle of his
arms, whispering soothing words as he stroked their hair.  “Shush, pin dithen, I will not
tell your father, do not fear.”  (young ones – pl.)

“Please, gwanûn, listen to me.  I did not ask you here to chastise you; you must believe
this.  Set your fears aside, I promise I wish only to help you.” (twins)

Lovingly he tilted Elrohir’s head with a slender finger under the younger twin’s chin,
forcing their eyes to meet.  “Elrohir, are you injured?”  He concentrated on filling his
voice with all the love and concern he felt for his Lord’s children.

Elrohir nodded through his tears, the barest hint of movements.  Elladan held his twin’s
hand tightly, his fair face wearing a mask of remorse, chin trembling as he struggled to
keep his emotions under control and not break down in front of the Counselor.

Erestor sighed.  “Ah, that is what I was afraid of.”  He tenderly brushed Elrohir’s tears
away with the tip of a finger and kissed the top of younger Elf’s head.  He rose, again
taking a seat.  “I wish to examine you, in order to determine the extent of your
injuries, but we will attend to that matter in a bit.”

Gathering their joined hands within his, he spoke quietly and sincerely, assuring them of
his love for them and his understanding.  “I recall the day your father came to me,
shaken; terrified at the thought of explaining the facts of life to you.  The famed
Master Elrond Half-elven, loremaster and renowned warrior of old, slayer of Orcs
uncounted and whose forces stood against Sauron in Eregion and upon the Dagorlad, brought
to his knees by a simple discussion on the matters of love.”  He chuckled softly,
remembering the wild panic in his Lord’s eyes the day Elrond confessed of his dread, and
delegated the responsibility to Celebrían.

“Your mother was the one tasked with that responsibility, and it is understandable there
were certain matters of which she could not, or would not, speak.”  The twins nodded in
unison, confirming Erestor’s suspicion that the Lady Celebrían, despite her best
intentions, neglected a rather substantial piece of information regarding the intricacies
of sex and relationships.

“But Erestor,” Elladan, more vocal than his younger twin, interjected, “if Ada – I - we
are *brothers*!  It is wrong!  Ada would never understand!”

The Counselor replied smoothly, “Elladan, I believe you will find your Ada more
understanding than you think.”  If Elrond chose to ever confess to his sons of the depth
of his past relationship with his own twin, their long-dead uncle Elros, it was his own
matter.  The Counselor prudently declined to comment further, and evaded the question
skillfully with his customary diplomacy.  “I will simply say that the Valar are accepting
of many forms of love.  Love transcends all shapes and forms.  To discourage the
blossoming of feelings would be folly, needlessly risking perhaps the greatest joy of
one’s life.”

Erestor eventually determined, through slow and careful questioning and taking great
pains to set the Peredhil at ease, that each of the twins had some limited experience
with ellith, but had recently realized a growing attraction for one another.  Being
young, just past their majority, and somewhat naïve, they were naturally curious and
chose to experiment privately rather than risk the wrath of their parents by asking
questions.  (Elf-maids – pl.)

Somewhat calmer now that their activities had been discovered, and seemingly accepted,
Elrohir finally broke his silence.  He spoke quietly and hesitantly, “Erestor, forgive
me, but have you ever had a male lover?  What is it like?  I, uh, well, I have been with
an elleth, but the – act – did not seem to hurt her.  Does it always hurt so badly with a
male?”

“Aye, Elrohir, I have had both ellyn and ellith.”  The elder Elf smiled fondly at the
younger twin.  “I assure you the experience is most pleasing either way, though I
personally do much prefer the touch of a male.”  (male Elves, Elf-maids – both pl.)

He re-crossed his legs and took a small sip of juice.  “And nay, pen vuin, with
preparation and a caring partner, any small amount of pain is far surpassed by enjoyment.
There is trust, and surrender, in allowing another to possess your body in such a manner,
and to know your partner entrusts themselves to your touch…”   (dear one)

Erestor’s words trailed off and his dark eyes momentarily took on a faraway look.  He
paused before continuing.  They had reached the crux of the matter, and he fixed the
twins with a serious look.

“That is exactly why I invited you to join me this evening,” he began carefully, seeking
the correct words.  “I love you both dearly, and my greatest fears since this afternoon
are that one of you will suffer injury, or that you will be so distressed by your
misfortune that it will forever keep you from experiencing the joy of making love with a
male.”  The Counselor took a deep breath and forged ahead, “I wish to explain the ways of
loving between males, to ensure you experience only pleasure.”

His words were met with the harsh intake of breath from the twins.  They blushed
furiously and glanced warily at each other.  

Erestor held his breath, afraid the young twins would be too embarrassed to stay and hear
him out.  He noted a slightly glazed expression in their eyes, interpreting the look
correctly as the look they had when mindspeaking.  He sat patiently, awaiting the
completion of their wordless consultation.

He was taken aback when Elladan raised his gaze to meet the Counselor’s and shyly asked,
“Would you show us, Erestor?”  Elrohir nodded briefly in agreement with his twin.

“Ah… nay, pin nith, I do not think that would be appropriate,” the Counselor countered,
his mind whirring.  (little ones – pl.)

The gwanûn were indeed beautiful, but what they asked was too much; to initiate them in
the ways of male lovemaking was simply more than was appropriate to ask of their former
tutor.  Elladan’s request was most unanticipated.  (twins)

Elladan leapt from his chair, abandoning the grasp he still had on his brother’s hand,
and dropped to his knees before the stunned Counselor, his eyes wide and brimming with
unshed tears.

“Erestor, please.”  The younger Elf’s voice was thick and choked with emotion.  “I know
it is much to ask of you.”  Tears began to flow in earnest, fat silver drops of regret
and grief glistening as they rolled down over sculpted cheekbones.  He forced his gaze to
meet Erestor’s, beseeching the elder Elf to take his words to heart.  “I could not bear
it if I were to hurt my brother again.  I am afraid, Erestor.  It would destroy me to
bring him harm; he is my life, and my love.  Please, just think on it.”

Elrohir echoed his brother’s plea.  “Erestor, we are no longer in our minority, nor have
we been for quite a few years, if our age is your concern.  I want to know what to do and
what to expect.  I, and Elladan agrees, wish to learn from someone who knows what they
are doing.  We trust you will do us no harm.  Please, Erestor, will you do this?” 

Erestor sat in silence for a few moments.  He knew in one sense what the twins were
asking was highly unusual, and most probably inappropriate.  After all, he had a hand in
raising them; they were almost as sons to him.

Almost.

One small word.  Six letters.  The implications inherent in that one tiny word were
enormous.  

Would he be able to live with himself if he did as the twins asked?  

But would he be able to live with guilt if he denied them, and caused each other injury?
The sight of a sobbing Elrohir, grimacing in pain and pushing his distraught brother away
from him, was fresh in his mind.  He replayed Elladan’s tearful plea over and over again.
It would indeed destroy Elladan, as he said, if he ever brought harm to his brother, that
Erestor knew.  

The bond between the twins, even as babes, was a strong one, even stronger than the bond
between their Adar and his own twin.  What one brother felt, they both felt.  It was
virtually impossible to separate them for more than a few hours at a time; even when
apart for short periods they seemed to know exactly what the other was doing, where they
were, and whom it was they were with.  It was uncanny.  Erestor knew that by guiding the
twins through taking their relationship to another level, the bond between the two would
strengthen even further.

But was it proper that he be the one to teach them?

The fact remained, though, that they were *not* his sons.  They were adults, and had
experienced relations, albeit female ones, before.  

Again, the memory of two identical tear-streaked faces came to his mind, and he made his
decision.  He took a deep breath, strengthened his resolve and sent a quick prayer to the
Valar that he was making the correct decision.  He exhaled slowly and spoke a single
word.

“Aye.”

~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~


Title:  Learning the Game (3/4)
Series:  Winner Takes All
Website:  Iavas~e~Guren http://www.fimbrethiel.com/
Type:  FPS 
Author:  Fimbrethiel
Email:  fimbrethiel@yahoo.com
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Erestor, Glorfindel
Warnings:  Explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, incest
Disclaimer:  Master Tolkien, I mean no harm.  No profit has been made.
Beta:  Orchyd Constyne
Timeline:  2951 of the Third Age, after Glorfindel’s encounter with the twins and Estel
met the Evenstar for the first time
Feedback:  Yes, please!
Archive:  Of Elves and Men, Melethryn, aff.net, Library of Moria,
http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/

Summary:  The evening after the fateful card game and wager, Glorfindel learns something
surprising about his dear friend the Chief Counselor.  

Author’s Notes:  This is a sequel to my story ‘Winner Takes All’.  Initally WTA was
planned as a standalone fic, but recently I received a rather enthusiastic email asking
if there was a sequel planned.  I responded that there was not, but a certain someone
*eyeballs Denise* tossed a bunny right in my lap, and the poor thing was starved for
attention.  I just had to bring it home and feed it.


*~*~*~*~*

Flashback…  Imladris, Year 200, Third Age

Elladan visibly sagged in relief. “Hannon chen, Erestor. You cannot know how much this
means to me… to us.” (Thank you) 

The younger twin echoed his brother’s words. “Aye, Erestor, and rest assured we will
never speak of this again.” 

The Counselor nodded curtly. He was uncertain if the decision he made was the correct
one, but he was unable to clear his mind of the haunting vision of the twins, broken and
crying. He stood and began moving about his chambers, gathering a few items and speaking
over his shoulder as he worked. “Before we begin, Elrohir, I wish to examine you in order
to determine the extent of your injuries.” The younger Elf flushed slightly and nodded in
agreement, beginning to unbutton his tunic. 

//How easy it is to revert to the role of teacher,// Erestor thought wryly. //Never did I
think I would be educating them in quite this manner. May the Valar help me if their Adar
finds out, but if he had seen what I saw, perhaps he would not be so quick to judge.//

Inwardly he cursed his Lord and friend’s cowardice for inadvertently creating this
situation to begin with.  Schooling his features and forcing his melodious baritone to
assume the dry tone he used to lecture in the classroom years ago, he continued, “Let us
be very clear, so there is no room for misunderstanding.” He fixed the brethren in turn
with stern stares as he turned to face them, his arms full of the supplies he had
gathered. “It is because of my love for you and my wish to spare you from further harm
that I consent to this – unconventional – method of instruction.” 

The Counselor moved toward the bed. “Under no circumstances will I consent to penetrate
either of you. Furthermore, no word of what occurs in this room tonight shall you ever
speak of, apart from each other and me.” In unison, the twins nodded in understanding. 
The elder Elf spread a large towel over the covers of his bed and placed an assortment of
vials and jars on the table nearby. “You,” he motioned to Elrohir, “please lie down and
let me examine you.” He softened his manner upon seeing a fleeting look of panic on the
younger Elf’s face. “I will not harm you, Elrohir. Do not fear,” he reassured the younger
Elf. 

Elrohir stood and shyly untied the string on his loose leggings, allowing them to pool on
the floor at his feet. Erestor admired the clean lines of the younger Elf’s long, strong
limbs and partially erect, sleek member and pert backside as he moved, nude, to the bed.
A number of years past their majority, the twins were tall and leanly muscled, though
neither had yet attained the mass and physical strength that would come with age. A few
thin braids dotted with crimson beads were the only breaking of the lush, thick curtain
of ebony that trailed down his back, reaching nearly to the swell of creamy globes. 

Elrohir climbed onto the high bed, wincing in discomfort at the sharp twinge of pain that
shot through his backside when he swung his leg up. He lay face down, his heart thumping
nervously in his chest while he awaited further instructions. 

Elladan quickly removed the rest of his clothing and moved to the bed as well, revealing
a form so like his brother’s that had it not been for their hair preferences, Erestor
would have been hard-pressed to tell them apart. Elrohir always wore a few tiny braids;
Elladan preferred to wear his locks loose and flowing, or when necessary, plaited in a
single thick rope that fell well past the middle of his slender back. The elder twin sat
near his brother’s head and gathered Elrohir’s hand within his own. 

Realizing the younger Elves were most likely a bit uncomfortable being naked while he
remained fully dressed, Erestor pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it over the
back of a chair. He knelt on the bed near Elrohir’s hips and instructed him to spread his
legs. Flushing brightly, the younger Elf complied and buried his face in his brother’s
lap, flinching slightly at Erestor’s touch upon the ivory globes of his backside. The
Counselor carefully parted Elrohir’s buttocks and forced himself to study with clinical
detachment the angry red flesh surrounding the younger Elf’s opening, even as his heart
clenched in sympathy. 

“Have you experienced any bleeding, pen dithen?” he asked gently and reached for a small
jar on the table. The Counselor fought to keep his voice calm and steady. //Ai, Elrond,
what have you done? Even if you did not wish to disclose the nature of your own
relationship with Elros, could you not have saved these two such pain?// (little one) 

“A bit, earlier, but nothing recently,” Elladan replied on his brother’s behalf, his
voice halting and filled with guilt. Elrohir remained mute, tightly gripping his
brother’s hand for support in dread of the pain he was sure would come. 

The Counselor probed gently at the swollen, red opening, confirming there was no internal
damage. “Ah, good. It is not as bad as I feared. I wish to use a healing cream, Elrohir.
It will feel cold, but the cream contains a numbing agent that should help to dull the
pain. It is a mixture similar to that which the soldiers use to clean and protect
wounds.” 

“How then did you come to have it, Erestor? You are no warrior,” Elladan queried. 
Erestor looked at him askance, amusement flickering briefly in his dark eyes. “I was not
always a dusty, bookish advisor, Elladan, or have you forgotten your lessons already? I
know how to wield a sword as well as a quill. I was a warrior once, and as my duties
allow, still enjoy spending time in the pits in order to keep my body fit and my mind
fresh.” The younger Elf flushed in embarrassment, duly chastised. 

The Counselor turned his attention back to his patient. “Rest easy, mellonen, I will be
very gentle. Please relax, it will be over quickly,” he soothed the younger Elf. He
scooped a small amount of cream on his fingers and set the jar aside. With a gentle swipe
he smoothed the healing ointment on Elrohir’s raw and abraded flesh and carefully worked
the very tip of his smallest finger just inside the swollen hole, ensuring the healing
properties of the cream would quickly reduce the soreness. Elrohir drew breath sharply
between his teeth and shuddered. “Are you well, Elrohir?” the Counselor asked anxiously,
withdrawing his fingers abruptly. (my friend) 

“Aye, I am well, Erestor. It is just that the cream was cold, and it startled me!” the
Peredhel exclaimed, lifting his head from his brother’s lap. He wiggled his bottom
experimentally and looked in wonder at Erestor. “I believe I feel better already. How can
that be?” 

“It is not surprising; the numbing properties are designed to work very quickly. You may
be sore for another day but I see no lasting damage.” Erestor stood and wiped his hands
on a towel. “It is done; you may get up now.” Elrohir rolled over and sat up next to his
brother, tucking his head under his twin’s chin. Elladan snuggled his twin close, softly
stroking his hair, weaving a thin braid between his fingers as he quietly whispered in
his ear. 

Leaving the twins wrapped together on the bed, Erestor strode to bathing chamber to wash
his hands. When he returned a few moments later, he stood near the bed and nonchalantly
stepped out of the loose casual trousers he wore. The eyes of the twins went large; it
had been many years since they had seen the Counselor unclothed, not since they were
Elflings and swam naked in the river together. 

The Elf-lord revealed a tall and slender form, well developed yet lean, his sex flaccid
between long, trim legs. While in the bathing chamber, he had braided his dark hair into
a long, thick sable rope that hung straight down his back, the tip just grazing the
rounded curve of taut buttocks. The effect softened his handsome features and set off his
understated beauty by emphasizing finely boned sculpted cheekbones and a long, graceful
neck. Eyes usually camouflaged by thick masses of unbound hair were revealed to be large
and luminous and exotic. He climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside the twins,
completely at ease with his nudity. 

He looked from one to the other. Clearing his throat, he queried, “Shall we begin?” Two
bashful nods affirmed his question. He leaned forward and captured Elladan’s hand in both
of his and massaged the limb with his thumbs. “Elladan, I can see the guilt written in
your eyes. Do not blame yourself, pen-neth; it is not your fault. You did not know,” he
reassured the older twin, and Elladan nodded. (little one) 

Keeping in mind their lack of experience, and thinking back to the ancient days of his
own first fumbling experiences with intimacy, he began. “You say you have been with
ellith? In a few respects the same principles apply; for example, the ears, neck, and
nipples are pleasure spots for both ellith and ellyn alike. Kissing and caressing a
partner of either sex is a pleasurable endeavor. The similarities end there, however,” he
remarked dryly. The brethren smiled at his droll wit, recognizing his attempt to put them
more at ease. (Elf-maids, male Elves) 

“The most logical way to begin,” he paused, thinking of how best to proceed. Elrohir was
likely the more passive, yet he was still in pain. Elladan was the obvious choice, then;
it was of the utmost importance to teach him to be careful and gentle with his twin, at
least at first, until they were able to experiment and determine what type of touch
suited them best. “Elladan, am I correct in my supposition that you are the more dominant
one?” The elder twin sheepishly nodded and his brother giggled anxiously, glancing at him
sideways with an adoring look. “Then I will allow you to take me, and learn how to bring
pleasure to another.” 

Elladan gulped nervously and nodded again in obvious surprise that he was to be expected
to take the lead. He was unsure what he had anticipated, but it was certainly not that. 

Erestor instructed Elrohir to move to the head of the bed and observe. He cautioned the
younger twin to pay attention, for although his brother would likely be the aggressor, it
was important for him to understand what was happening. At some point in the twins’
relationship the roles would certainly reverse. Elrohir would learn to give pleasure by
watching his brother, as well as receive it when he was fully healed. 

“As I was saying, now let us imagine you wish to make love with your partner. The obvious
first step is to ensure they become aroused.” He motioned to his lax member and gave
Elladan a rueful look, chuckling slightly. “So, arouse me. I trust you are familiar with
the, ah, anatomy, other than your own?” 

Elrohir grinned self-consciously, blushing. “Aye, we are. It was the… other… part that we
had difficulties with, as you discovered.” 

The Counselor laughed quietly. “Aye, you did.” He turned to look at Elladan and prompted,
“Imagine I was your brother. How would you begin?” 

Elladan kissed his brother’s smooth cheek quickly and crawled down the bed, where he
knelt beside Erestor. Awkwardly he wrapped his arms around the Counselor. Erestor was
warm and his skin was flawless and supple, but holding the Advisor in his arms was
nothing like holding the one he held dearest within his heart. The scent was wrong, and
there were unfamiliar angles that felt awkward and out of place. 

“Elladan, I will not bite,” the elder Elf chided him gently. “Do not be afraid or
embarrassed. This is about you and your brother. We will go no further than either of you
wish; we can stop at any time.” 

When the Peredhel made no move to proceed, Erestor gently touched the younger Elf’s chin
and tilted Elladan’s face toward him. He searched the gray orbs for signs of misgiving or
fear. “Elladan, are you sure this is what you wish? Do you wish to reconsider?” 

Elladan forced himself to meet Erestor’s piercing gaze. Bile rose in his throat, hot and
bitter, at the thought of harming his beloved again, and slowly he shook his head. “Nay,
Erestor, I do not.” Reassured, Erestor took the lead and leaned into the circle of
Elladan’s arms, pressing his lips against Elladan’s. 

The touch of Erestor’s surprisingly soft lips against his own moved him to action. He
deepened their kiss, running his hands down Erestor’s dark braid, marveling at the
texture. He expected it to be somewhat coarse, but the soft strands bound at the end
glided through his fingers like the finest of silks. 

Elladan closed his eyes and imagined it was his twin’s lips that were kissing him and
whose body he embraced. Tentatively he parted his lips and tasted the Counselor’s sweet
pink petals, encouraging him to open his mouth. Erestor obliged, allowing Elladan to
explore further, past his lips and teeth, coaxing his tongue forward. 

Surprised and pleased with the ardor in which the younger Elf kissed him, Erestor met the
invading tongue eagerly with his own. He shivered involuntarily when his lover’s slick
muscle swirled and teased his own, tracing the line of white, strong teeth. His body
began to respond to Elladan’s ardent kisses, and he felt his shaft begin to fill.
//Valar, he may be inexperienced, but the young one has natural talent; he is an expert
kisser,// he thought dimly, as his lover’s tongue swept the recesses of his mouth. 
At last the need for breath drove the pair to draw apart. Elladan’s gaze dropped to the
Counselor’s lap, and smiled to see his endeavors to arouse his lover were indeed being
met with success. 

Chagrined that his legendary self-control had deserted him so quickly, Erestor again
forced his breathing to slow and strove to regain control of his racing pulse. “Rather
impressive, Elladan. You certainly have no difficulties in that particular area,” Erestor
smirked, and Elladan grinned wolfishly, immensely pleased with himself. 

Elrohir discreetly coughed from his position at the head of the bed. “As much as I am
enjoying your performance, would it be possible for us to move on? I do not wish to
appear impatient, or ungrateful, but as awkward as this feels to say, we have managed to
get this far on our own.” 

“Anxious, Elrohir?” Erestor could not resist teasing the younger twin. Elrohir blushed in
response. “All right, moving on… and doubtless this is nothing new to you. It is
important to listen to your lover, not simply their words, but their bodies. Make them
want you as much as you want them. Touch me, Elladan. Imagine you are making love to your
brother. Touch me as you would him. Show him how much you love and desire him.” 

Elladan slinked across the bed and kissed Erestor again, impetuous and eager in his
youth. Gently he pushed the Counselor’s shoulders back, encouraging him to stretch out on
the bed. He paused a few seconds to admire Erestor’s lean form spread before him. He
lifted the long glossy rope of Erestor’s braid and coiled the end around his hand.
Leaning forward, he straddled his lover’s chest, his member already hard and leaking,
trapped between their smoothly muscled bodies. He suckled the tip of Erestor’s exposed
ear. Erestor groaned and turned his head, allowing his lover better access. “Valar, you
will undo me before barely we even begin.” 

The younger Elf abandoned the sensitive ear tip and slid down Erestor’s body, the contact
between their bodies spreading the clear droplets that wept from the tiny slit of his
arousal in a glistening trail over the Counselor’s pale flesh. Elrohir stared,
mesmerized, at the shiny path his brother’s sex left in its wake, while his own member
pulsed and wept. He curled his hand around his length and slowly stroked the hard column,
slicking the tip and spreading the pearly fluid with his thumb, whimpering softly. 

Heated breath and kiss-swollen lips traced fiery trail down the ivory column of Erestor’s
neck. He barely suppressed a tremor when a rosy nipple was nipped between sharp white
teeth. The dusky circle was licked and sucked into a pebbled peak. Erestor struggled to
speak, though every lick and nip of his partner’s tongue to the responsive bud threatened
to render him mute. “Elro - ahhh, gods…” he groaned, tangling his slender hands in
Elladan’s raven locks, finding a sensitive ear tip and rubbing it with a finger. A
shudder gripped the younger Elf’s body and he whimpered at the touch, but his mouth did
not release its prize. Elladan ground his loins against Erestor’s lean muscled thigh,
riding his leg wantonly. 

Gulping, Erestor breathed deeply, striving to focus his thoughts on something other than
the wicked tongue that was intent on driving him beyond the edge of sanity. “Elrohir,” he
tried again, and addressed their silent spectator in a hoarse voice, “What is my body
saying? What is it telling your brother?” 

Elrohir fought to restrain the quaver that was in his own voice. “Your body quivers under
his touch. Each of his kisses causes you to tremble; your flesh burns under his lips.
Your hips thrust with every caress of his hands upon your skin, leaving you panting and
wanting him.” 

//And it is my dearest wish, with ever fiber of my being and every breath in my body,
that I was in your place right now, Erestor.// 

“Mmmm,” Erestor groaned when the other nipple was tweaked and flicked. “Ahh… aye. This is
the state in which you wish to work your lover; make them want you, make them crave your
touch.” His eyes rolled back in his head when a hot, wet tongue tentatively tasted the
weeping tip of his arousal, then withdrew. //Ai, if Elrohir is even half as ardent as his
brother, the love they make will be nothing short of breathtaking.// 

Somehow he found the restraint to gently push Elladan away and regained some of his
senses. Struggling back into a sitting position, he tried to temporarily ignore his
pulsing, leaking shaft and noted with some small satisfaction that as uncomfortable as he
was, at least the twins shared his predicament. It was time for the next part of the
lesson, and it was of the utmost importance that Elladan - and Elrohir as well - was able
to fully focus. Struggling to keep his voice even, he instructed Elrohir to hand to his
brother a small vial of oil from the tabletop. 

Erestor kissed Elladan gently and traced the contour of his chin with a finger. “Rather
than try to explain the mechanics of lovemaking now, I will guide you through it one step
at a time. It is important, though, to talk about preparation. As you further your
relationship and discover what type of touches please you most, you will be able to
experiment with position and level of comfort. Some prefer a gentle touch, while others
enjoy a more firm hand. Allow your lover’s desires to guide you at first.” 

He shifted uncomfortably, hard and needful, yet forced by his partner’s inexperience to
go slowly. “A male’s passage does not lubricate itself as an elleth’s would, rendering a
bit of assistance necessary.” (Elf-maid) 

Elladan thumbed the sealing cork from the vial and gave an experimental sniff.
Immediately a spicy scent filled the air, mild and pleasing. He tipped the vial and
spilled a single drop of the slippery substance, rubbing it between his fingers, a look
of dawning realization growing on his face. It was so obvious, in retrospect; how could
they not have realized? But the brethren were indeed still young and fairly innocent.
Even their infrequent couplings with ellith were hasty and fumbling. In the years since
their majority celebration, the sons of Elrond had spent most of their time in combat
training with Glorfindel’s forces, serving as junior members of their Adar’s council, and
spending time with their iaurnaneth and iaurada in Lothlórien. This division of duties
left them with very little time for leisure, so it was not surprising they were still
inexperienced. It was only chance that had allowed them to be free of responsibilities
this day. (grandmother, grandfather) 

Erestor continued, “A word regarding position. Your creativity is limited only by what is
physically possible.” His thoughts strayed briefly, and fondly, to the hidden section of
Elrond’s library and a select handful of rather – descriptive – books. Obviously the
twins’ mutual dislike for being indoors kept them from discovering that treasure trove of
information. 

Forcing his attention back to the topic at hand, he went on, “There are a few basic
positions, with endless numbers of variations of each.” He turned and asked Elrohir to
give him a pillow. Lying down on his back, he tucked the pillow under his hips and lay
with his knees bent, legs spread, his shaft rigid and tight against his stomach, thick
with blood. 

Beckoning to Elladan, he instructed the young Elf to coat his fingers with the oil and
touch him. Elladan slicked his fingers with the sweet-smelling, pale green fluid and
replaced the stopper on the vial, laying the small glass bottle nearby on the bed. He
looked up questioningly through the Counselor’s parted thighs, silently asking
permission, and Erestor nodded slightly, eyes obsidian and glittering. 

Elladan’s finger traced the thick vein pulsing under the tender skin, causing Erestor to
twitch, then dropped lower to caress the pouch below. Moving lower still, he circled the
pink, ridged opening, seeing Erestor quiver before him.

“It is all right, Elladan, you will not hurt me. Go ahead,” Erestor encouraged patiently.
What he really wished to do was simply tell his young lover to disregard all formalities
and mount him, and fuck him hard and fast, but he resisted. 

Hesitantly, Elladan entered him with a single finger, sliding easily past the tight ring
of muscle. He marveled at the smooth tightness that clenched and gripped at his finger.
He pumped the finger experimentally. Fascinated by the breathy moan that escaped the
Counselor’s lips, he queried, “This really brings you pleasure?” It had certainly not
felt that good when Elrohir did it to him, nor did Elrohir seem to derive pleasure from
it when he was on the receiving end. 

Rather than answer, Erestor directed him to add a second finger and crook them, rotate
his fingers and search of a small, firm bump. “How will I know I’ve found it?” Elladan
asked uncertainly. 

“Trust me, pen dithen, you will know,” Erestor chuckled, his voice rough and harsh. He
cried out sharply and arched his back when the fingers finally found that elusive gland.
Elladan grinned triumphantly at his twin and Elrohir laughed out loud at his brother’s
victorious look. He continued pumping his fingers and stroking that small nub, pleased
beyond reason to know *he* was causing his lover to come undone, anxious for the day he
could coax this reaction from his beloved twin. //Soon,// he vowed to Elrohir silently.
//Soon, melethen, we will be together. I will never hurt you again.// (little one, my
love) 

Breathlessly, Erestor encouraged his lover to add a third finger, and to scissor and
stretch gently. Each word he spoke was ragged and rough with need. “For your first
experiences, thorough preparation is critical. You do not want to cause harm to your
lover by rushing. Regardless of how anxious you may be to join with them, you *must*
listen to their body, and allow their need to dictate your own.” He groaned softly when
his lover added a third slippery finger. His breathing became more labored; he bore down
to meet each thrust of those fingers deep within his passage, stroking that bud with each
motion. 

He was close already, oh so close, and summoned a last bit of control to keep himself
from climaxing right then. He did not want Elladan to know just how sensual and
responsive his lover was. It was a part of himself the Counselor kept well hidden. How
high his passions could flare was a secret known to very few over many millennia; how he
could be brought to release by the thrusting within his body without a single touch to
his member. The mask he wore to most was one of cool, controlled reserve, and it served
him well. Precious few were privy to his secrets. 

Panting harshly, Erestor’s words were punctuated with guttural grunts as he struggled to
keep his unruly body under control. “Listen and feel what my body is telling you,
Elladan. Feel how it responds to your touch. What is it saying?” 

Elrohir responded for his brother, slowly stroking his own arousal, desperate for release
but just as desperately trying to hold back. “Your body is tightly strung. You are ready,
burning for completion.” 

“Ahh, gods, Elladan… oil yourself well, and take me. I am ready,” Erestor moaned,
whimpering when the fingers embedded in his channel were withdrawn. 

Elladan searched vainly for the glass vial within the tangled bedclothes. “Mas i ‘lae
thrachannen?” he muttered, frantic when his quest neglected to turn up the elusive
bottle. (Where is that wretched oil?) 

Elrohir sprang to his knees and clawed at the sheets, finally holding up the bottle with
a triumphant cry. He crawled sinuously to his brother and poured a generous amount of the
viscous liquid into the palm of one hand, replacing the stopper with the other. He knelt
in front of his twin and kissed him passionately while he slicked Elladan’s arousal with
the oil. The older twin thrust helplessly into his brother’s fist, driven almost to the
edge by the touch of Elrohir’s hand. 

Erestor lay gasping and panting, watching the twins embrace. He was no stranger to
beauty, but the fervor with which the brethren kissed was unlike anything he had ever
seen. A simple kiss, yet within it was contained more love and reverence than the most
passionate of couplings. 

At last, Elrohir reluctantly pulled back.  Elladan knelt between Erestor’s widely spread
legs and pressed the rounded crown of his arousal to the Counselor’s slick opening. He
hesitated, suddenly fearful. He recalled vividly how Elrohir had cried out in pain. “Ah,
Erestor, are you sure? I do not want to hurt you.” 

The Counselor hissed, the strong muscles of his passage twitching with the barest contact
of his lover’s shaft. “Do it, Elladan. You will not hurt me.” 

Dimly he remembered why they were in this position to begin with, and slipped back into
his instructor’s role for a moment, although ever word was agony and every moment that
passed without being possessed was torture. “With your brother, you will need to go very
slowly and give him time to adjust to your length and girth. I do not require, nor do I
desire, such gentle handling. Do it now, with one steady push,” he ordered. 

The Peredhel took a deep breath and pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle,
not stopping until he was fully sheathed in Erestor’s pale body. The Counselor whimpered
as he was steadily filled. A sheen of sweat covered his skin, making it appear glowing
and almost translucent in the candlelight. He wrapped his slender legs around Elladan’s
waist and pulled the younger Elf down to him. “Hard and deep,” he demanded. 

Elladan pulled back to the ridged crown, leaving only the plump head of his arousal
embedded in his lover’s channel and gasped as the tight ring gripped his flesh, unwilling
to release him. He thrust back in hard and froze, motionless, a look of panic on his face
at the Counselor’s hoarse shout when his lover’s shaft nudged his prostate. “Erestor, I
am so sorry! Did I hurt you?” he cried in alarm. 

Erestor bared his teeth and barked, “Nay, Elladan, I am well. Just move! Now! I cannot
wait any longer.” His slender fingers grasped Elladan’s back, fingernails digging in and
leaving purpled crescents behind. 

Elladan, reassured, took to the task like a master, all restraint and reason fleeing. He
rose up on his arms, and with the vigor and enthusiasm of youth he set a punishing pace,
slammed into Erestor’s tight, velvet heat. 

This… this was the penultimate power - the ability to reduce another to a whimpering,
begging mass. The sensation was potent and thrilling and he reveled in it. The only thing
that could possibly surpass this glorious feeling would be to have his brother beneath
him, writhing and crying out. He quaked, imagining what his twin’s searing depths would
feel like, quivering around his hard length. The thought alone was nearly enough to cause
him to spill right then. 

Skin slapped against skin as he rode the Counselor savagely. He cried out sharply,
agonizingly, with each thrust, teetering on the edge of release. His climax welled within
him, beginning in the pit of his stomach and swelling out toward his limbs, all-engulfing
and consuming. 

He thrust one last time, deeply, and threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream
in the rush of his release, flooding Erestor’s body with his seed as his mind was flooded
with images of his brother. His length twitched and pulsed, and the force of his orgasm
sent Erestor crashing over the precipice with him. 

Erestor’s hips rose to meet each of his lover’s thrusts, taking eagerly his lover’s hard
flesh deeply within him, legs wrapped about Elladan’s waist, forcibly drawing the
Peredhel into him with each forward movement. The pillow under him angled his hips and
caused each stroke of Elladan’s length to brush against the firm nub within his passage
and sent bolts of liquid fire through his loins and his toes curling. With each thrust a
harsh, guttural grunt escaped his lips. His arousal wept and pulsed, trapped between
their writhing, panting bodies. He arched sharply and groaned long and deep as he spilled
between them, coating their stomachs with thick, white cream. 

Elladan collapsed, trembling, against Erestor’s smooth chest, heedless of the fluids of
their release that glazed their heated flesh. Gently he slipped his softening length from
his lover’s body and curled on his side facing Erestor, breathing hard. Erestor raised
his hips and removed the pillow, then reached unsteadily, muscles trembling with fatigue,
and found a small towel among the collected items on the tabletop. He tenderly cleaned
his lover, then himself, and discarded the soiled towel on the floor. 

The Peredhel lay dazed, catching his breath. Erestor raised trembling arms and wrapped
them around Elladan’s shoulders, stroking his hair and murmuring wordless, soothing
nothings as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowed. 

~*~*~ to be continued… ~*~*~

Title:  Learning the Game (4/4)
Series:  Winner Takes All
Website:  Iavas~e~Guren http://www.fimbrethiel.com/
Type:  FPS 
Author:  Fimbrethiel
Email:  fimbrethiel@yahoo.com
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Erestor, Glorfindel
Warnings:  Explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, incest
Disclaimer:  Master Tolkien, I mean no harm.  No profit has been made.
Beta:  Orchyd Constyne
Timeline:  2951 of the Third Age, after Glorfindel’s encounter with the twins and Estel
met the Evenstar for the first time
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Summary:  The evening after the fateful card game and wager, Glorfindel learns something
surprising about his dear friend the Chief Counselor.  

Author’s Notes:  This is a sequel to my story ‘Winner Takes All’.  Initally WTA was
planned as a standalone fic, but recently I received a rather enthusiastic email asking
if there was a sequel planned.  I responded that there was not, but a certain someone
*eyeballs Denise* tossed a bunny right in my lap, and the poor thing was starved for
attention.  I just had to bring it home and feed it.


*~*~*~*~*

Imladris, T.A. 2951 

Ithil’s full light illuminated the gardens, bright enough to cast faint shadows.
Glorfindel sat astride the stone half-wall surrounding Celebrían’s rose garden, leaning
against a pillar. One leg was bent and propped upon the wall, while the other dangled
idly over the side, swinging loosely. He swirled the dregs of his wine around and around
in the goblet, reflecting on Erestor’s words. Mesmerized, he watched the ruby liquid
momentarily sheet the interior surface of the glass before pooling again in the bottom.
Glorfindel’s eyes glittered when he finally tore his gaze from the glass and focused on
the form of his companion. 

Erestor lay on his back on a bench near the Elda’s feet, close enough so they could speak
quietly without drawing attention should the garden receive visitors. One leg crossed the
other, idly drawing circles in the night air with one foot, while his fingers were laced
together behind his head. He stared blindly at the sparkling stars, lost in the memories
over two millennia past. 

In a voice unhurried and measured, he resumed his account. 

*~*~*~*~*

Flashback… Imladris, Year 200, Third Age

Elrohir’s rasping breaths broke the silence of the room. Erestor peered over Elladan’s
shoulder and beckoned to Elrohir, patting the bed behind Elladan. Elrohir crawled toward
them, hard and needful, his face flushed with excitement, eyes burning silver-bright with
passion. 

Elrohir crawled across the bed and lay down behind his brother, curling around his smooth
back, feeling the heat radiating from the ivory flesh. He slid one arm under the pillow,
cradling Elladan’s head under his chin. Unruly, sex-mussed locks spilled over the sheets.
His swollen member pressed insistently into the valley between the creamy globes of his
twin’s backside, slicking it with pearly drops. He kissed the alabaster shoulder and
smoothed the hair from his flushed and sweaty face. 

“Melin chen, Elladan. I need you; I burn for you,” he growled, low and throaty, his
breath hot against Elladan’s ear. (I love you) 

Elladan shivered, the words of his beloved fanning the glowing embers of spent passion
into smoldering sparks. “There is nothing I desire more than to have you take me, ‘Ro,
but you are unwell, and I do not wish for you to injure yourself further,” he said
softly, even as the sparks leapt into an inferno. 

“Shush, gwanunigen, do not worry, I am well. In fact, I have never been so well in my
life,” Elrohir replied, nipping at the delicate flesh below his brother’s ear. (my twin) 
Elladan craned his neck, seeking his brother’s lips, and moaned anew at the touch of a
tongue against his. Slick, wet heat explored his mouth, and he deepened the kiss,
pressing further against his twin, opening for him. Tongues battled in a sensual duel
that sought no winners or losers, for they equally gave and took from the other. 

Elladan cried out at the touch of calloused fingertips against his heated skin. Fingers
pulled and rolled at the pink bud of his nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak.
Fingernails flicked the pebbled flesh, sending sweet shards of pleasure-pain to his
groin, swelling his spent length further. 

Elrohir brushed the heavy fall of his twin’s hair from his neck and suckled the flushed
flesh. He bit gently, leaving tiny red ovals in his wake. He lapped at the tender
junction between the neck and shoulder - - clove and pine, Elladan’s unique scent.
Breathing deeply, he willed the scent to imprint forever in his conscious. It was the
most wonderful fragrance in the world to him, and he thought he could breath it until the
end of his days without tiring of it. 

He reached down and curled his fingers around Elladan’s sex, stroking firmly and coaxing
it to full hardness. He heard his twin moan as he pumped his shaft in his fist. “Ah,
Elrohir… melin chen, so much.” (I love you) 

Erestor rose up on one arm and leaned over the twins, careful not to disturb them, and
ran the flat of his hand over the bed coverings, searching for the vial of oil. At last
he found it, tangled within a fold of the towel that had become twisted under them.
Silently he pressed the small bottle into Elrohir’s free hand. At the contact of
Erestor’s hand, he met the Counselor’s eyes and nodded a brief motion of gratitude. 

“Elladan, will you allow me to take you? I have waited while you took your pleasures,
though it pained me to see you with another. It is for you my body longs; for you it is
that my heart desires, melethen,” Elrohir murmured in the delicate ear, slowly stroking
the thick length in his hand, pulsing and twitching with newly awakened desire. He
thumbed the velvety head and spread the clear droplets along the shaft as Elladan moaned
softly. (my love) 

“Please, ‘Ro, gods yes…” Elladan whimpered as Elrohir’s tongue traced his ear and nipped
gently at the lobe. 

Elrohir released his brother’s shaft and rose to a half sitting position. Thumbing open
the bottle, he poured a generous quantity of the viscous liquid into his palm and
massaged it over the pale moons of Elladan’s bottom. He poured a bit more oil on his
fingers and trailed one finger up the slick cleft of Elladan’s backside, and traced the
pad of his finger over the puckered opening. 

Elladan gasped when Elrohir circled the pink, wrinkled opening and slowly inserted his
finger. //Valar, he is so tight and smooth!// Elladan hissed at the intrusion,
instinctively tightening the strong ring of muscles to keep the intruder out. 

Uncertainly, Elrohir looked to Erestor, suddenly unsure. He did what Erestor had showed
them, but he was still deathly afraid to cause his brother pain, especially after feeling
Elladan’s passage clench tightly upon his finger.

Erestor met his eyes, a knowing look in his dark gaze. //Elrohir?// he felt the
questioning brush of the Counselor’s thoughts against his, and opened his mind to the
Elf-lord. //He is well, Elrohir. This is very new to both of you. Go very slowly and
carefully, and allow him time to adjust.// 

Elrohir remained motionless, and in a moment felt the muscles of his twin’s passage
relax. He smiled slightly, relieved. Slowly and carefully, he began pumping his finger,
pleased to feel the slight rocking motion of his twin’s hips as he began to push back to
meet the questing finger. 

Ever so slowly, he slipped a second finger in beside the first and continued the pumping
motion, watching his lover intently for any sign of discomfort. Elladan’s eyes were
closed, his cheeks rosy and his lips were parted, his head tilted back. Seeing none, he
rotated his hand down in search of the hidden nub toward the front of Elladan’s body, as
Erestor had told them. It took a few seconds of fumbling, and a momentary wince of
discomfort from Elladan before he finally found what felt like a small, knotty bundle.
Experimentally he stroked it firmly and jumped in surprise at the yelp that escaped from
Elladan’s parted lips. 

“Ai, do that again!” Elladan’s eyes flew open in amazement and searched for those of his
brother. The feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced before: white heat and
lightning, sparks of crystal rainbows that danced before his eyes. 

Erestor bit his lower lip between his teeth to keep from laughing at the elder twin’s
outburst. He succeeded, mostly, but was unable to keep his lips from twitching slightly.
//Aye, pen dithen, it does indeed feel that good, does it not?// he smiled to himself.
(little one) 

Elrohir pressed and stroked the nub and watched his beloved come undone before his very
eyes. Elladan gasped and writhed, whimpering as his body took control, grinding back to
meet the hand that impaled him. Elrohir added a third finger when he thought his brother
was ready, and twisted and scissored gently as he had seen Elladan do for Erestor, amazed
at the heat and velvet strength that enveloped him. 

“Oh, gods, ‘Ro…” Elladan moaned, closing his eyes and let his twin work his body. 

“Please, my love, take me now, I beg you.” 

//Let me help you, Elrohir,// Erestor’s gentle touch brushed Elrohir’s mind again. The
Counselor rose to his knees and reached for a pillow. He gently shifted Elladan’s leg
forward and positioned a pillow under his knee, so Elladan lay half on his side and half
on his stomach. Elladan ground his leaking arousal into the bed, aching to be taken, not
knowing exactly what to expect but ready nonetheless, and far past the point of caring. 
Erestor’s own shaft was hard and throbbing, but his own need could wait until later, for
the privacy of his chambers once the brethren had returned to their own rooms. This
moment was for the twins. 

Elrohir speedily oiled his arousal. Gracefully rounded and perfect, alabaster skin
beckoned to him. He parted the creamy globes of Elladan’s backside and stared at his
twin’s small pink opening. He leaned forward and lapped at the puckered flesh, breathing
deeply of the musky scent. 

Elladan cried out and bucked back eagerly, panting rapidly. Elrohir slid sinuously up his
body and stretched out along his slender back, his erection nestled in the cleft of
Elladan’s backside, nudging the prepared entrance. 

“Are you ready, maethoren vain?” (my beautiful warrior) 

“Aye,” Elladan whispered, breathless. “I am ready.” 

Elrohir shifted slightly, and pressed the rounded crown of his length against the slick
hole. He pressed forward and uttered a small sound of dismay when the strong muscle
refused him entrance. He looked at Erestor questioningly. 

//He is untried, Elrohir. You must push a bit harder to get past the guardian ring,//
Erestor’s voice spoke reassuringly in his mind. Elrohir pressed more forcefully, gritting
his teeth against the desire to move more quickly, and gave a sigh of relief when the
strong muscle yielded at last and he slipped inside. 

Inch by agonizing, blistering inch he buried himself in the searing heat of his twin’s
virgin channel. 

//Elbereth gods oh gods tight he is so tight so hot// 

A pained whimper escaped Elladan’s lips and Elrohir froze, the strong ring tightening
upon his shaft almost painfully. 

//Slowly, Elrohir,// Erestor’s voice cautioned in his thoughts. //Allow him time to
adjust. Allow him to feel what you do; it will calm him.// 

Buried to the hilt and quaking with strain, Elrohir held himself in check, waiting for
his brother to grow used to the intrusion. Elladan’s lithe form trembled under his and he
paused, waiting, embedded deeply, nestling his face in the thick fall of Elladan’s hair
splayed across his neck. 

Gods, it hurt; he was being cleaved in two, Elladan thought. Elrohir felt huge inside
him. There was no way this was going to work. No possible way. Elladan lay with tears in
his eyes, breathing deeply, willing the tension out of his body. 

//Breathe deeply, Elladan, and relax your muscles,// Erestor’s thoughts brushed the older
twin’s mind, serene and soothing. //It will hurt more if you are tense. Relax and let him
in; the pleasure you feel later will be worth it.// 

//It burns, ‘Ro,// Elladan whimpered. 

//Shush, melethen, Erestor swore it would get better, did he not? I will not harm you.//
Elrohir suckled the point of his brother’s ear, breathing warm, moist air over the curve.
(my love) 

//You did not feel this large in my hand, tôren,// Elladan though back darkly. (my
brother) 

//Ai, gellen, if you could feel what I feel right now… you feel so good, so hot and tight
around me.// (my joy) 

Always present in one another’s minds, Elrohir nonetheless opened more fully and showed
Elladan what he *felt* as well as his thoughts. The snug heat that enfolded his length,
the velvet softness of their skin touching, the silken wisps of hair which caressed his
face, and most of all, the joy in his heart as they joined. 

Elladan was taken aback at the intensity of sensation that washed over and through his
body. For the first time, he truly grasped the enormity of the connection of twinship
they shared. There was no beginning and no end, no separation between them. Elrohir’s
bliss of being buried deeply within him became his; he felt the clenching heat of his own
passage surrounding Elrohir’s length, felt his twin’s almost overwhelming fullness as the
thick length filling him became his own. 

The barrage of sensation assaulting Elladan’s body distracted him from the searing pain
in his backside, spasming around Elrohir’s girth, straining to accept him. Forcing his
focus to the blissful heat pooled in his loins, he reached for his shaft and slowly
stroked himself. Gradually, he relaxed, the pain melted away and the contracting muscles
loosed, leaving only mild discomfort in its wake. 

The tension ebbed from Elladan’s passage, and ever so slowly Elrohir began to move in
deliberate, shallow thrusts. The intensity of their connection, both physical and
emotional, overwhelmed Elladan, and he began to sob softly. 

Elrohir gently kissed his brother’s hair and whispered softly words of devotion to his
beloved. Nothing on Arda, or even in his wildest imaginings and fantasies had he ever
imagined such blissful, soaring ecstasy as their joining. He had enjoyed his few matings
with ellith, but even the lustiest encounter had paled in comparison to this. (Elf-maids) 
To further attempt restraint was impossible; he tried to hold back, wanting to prolong
the intense pleasure that encroached upon his reason, but abandoned all thought and
allowed sensation to transport him. Reaching over his brother’s body, he joined his hand
with Elladan’s, their fingers entwined as they stroked the turgid flesh in unison. 

Swift and intense was Elladan’s response to his brother’s touch. He threw his head back
against Elrohir’s chest, baring the ivory column of his throat, his eyes clenched tightly
shut over cheeks still shiny and wet with tears. Guttural grunts escaped opened lips in
perfect synchronicity with Elrohir’s impassioned moans. He thrust back eagerly to meet
each of Elrohir’s movements, forcing his twin to impale him harder, deeper, faster, with
each rocking of his hips. Every backward thrust forced Elrohir’s pulsing member against
his sweet spot; every forward motion into their clasped hands drew him closer to release. 

It was too much; the dual assault to their senses sent them crashing into orgasm
together. “Elrohir….” Elladan wailed, spurting jets of warm, white cream over their
joined hands. Elrohir’s voice joined his brother’s, crying out his twin’s name as he
filled him with his seed. 

Quaking and shaken, they clung together, weeping quietly as their breathing slowed.
Carefully Elrohir pulled his softening sex from his brother’s body and took Elladan in
his arms. They lay quietly, taking comfort within each other as the tears of joy dried
upon their cheeks. 


*~*~*~*~*

Imladris, T.A. 2951 

Erestor’s voice trailed off. For a moment, it looked to Glorfindel that he opened his
mouth to say something further, but almost imperceptibly shook his head and reconsidered,
and kept silent. The Elda looked at the dark-haired Elf curiously. 

“And?” Glorfindel prompted. 

“And what?” Erestor sat up and raised glittering dark eyes toward his friend. 

“Come now, Erestor, do not be coy. What happened next, mellonen? Is that it?” 

Glorfindel’s voice rose slightly, questioningly. “You looked for a moment as though you
wanted to say something further.” (my friend) 

A pale flush rose over Erestor’s fair features; he was fervently thankful it was
nighttime and desperately hoped the moonlight was not bright enough to reveal his
embarrassment. Some things were simply not to be discussed with one’s best friend. How he
lay alone after the brethren had returned to their quarters, thrusting his fingers deeply
within his slick, stretched passage and stroking himself to completion was most
definitely one of those things best left unsaid. 

“That was all,” he said, deliberately nonchalant. “They rose, dressed quickly, and left.
It seemed they had forgotten me until they reached the door, when they turned and uttered
a brief word of thanks before rushing off. It appeared they were quite anxious to put
their new-found knowledge to good use.” 

Glorfindel chuckled. “Aye, I would think so.” 

“Not a word was mentioned between us about that night, but on my begetting day that year
I received a most generous and unexpected gift from the two of them. The gift was a
beautiful hand-carved trinket box they had obviously put many hours of labor into.” 
Glorfindel blinked. He had seen that box a number of times, a fine bit of woodcraft,
which Erestor kept on a bureau in his bedchamber. The box was roughly the size of a
large, thick book, made of dark wood inlaid with bits of polished semi-precious gems and
exquisitely carved with vines and flora. “I have seen it, but had no idea the gwanûn made
it. I have long admired the workmanship, for it surpassing fair. It was a princely gift
indeed.” (pair of twins) 

“Aye, it is most lovely, and that they created it with such painstaking detail makes it
indeed a most meaningful gift,” Erestor agreed, “and the best thanks I could ever have is
to see their relationship has only grown closer through the years.” 

He yawned widely and covered his mouth with a slender hand. “And now, mellonen, it is
time for us to retire. The day has been long, and we must be up early in the morn to see
off the Lórien contingent." 

Standing, he stretched and extended a hand to Glorfindel. The Elda took his hand and
stood, and after collecting the empty wine bottle and glasses, the pair walked back to
the Last Homely House. They made a brief stop by the kitchens to discard the glassware,
and then passed through the silent halls toward the staircase to the second floor.
Glorfindel seemed withdrawn and unusually subdued. 

“I will tell you, my friend,” Erestor said as they climbed the stairs, and turned down
the corridor to their respective chambers, “It was certainly a night to remember. Even
all these years later, I can still see in my mind the expressions on their faces.” They
reached Glorfindel’s rooms and came to a stop in front of his door. “I am a lucky Elf to
have been witness to such a remarkable and beautiful love such as theirs, and am honored
they chose me to teach them.” 

Glorfindel gave a noncommittal grunt as he reached for the doorknob to his chambers. The
dark Elf glanced at him curiously. “Glorfindel?” he asked. “Is there a problem?” 

“Nay, Erestor, there is no problem at all,” Glorfindel retorted brusquely, opening the
door and turning to face his friend. 

Erestor was surprised to see the dark gleam of anger radiating from those blue eyes. He
considered the reason. Perhaps making his confession tonight, the night after
Glorfindel’s own liaison with the twins, was not a wise one. Could Glorfindel be jealous
of him? That was an interesting thought indeed. It was no secret the twins had taken
others to their beds, both individually and together. Perhaps Glorfindel’s anger was
directed at Erestor, one of his closest friends, because it was *he* who had been the one
to initiate them in lovemaking, rather than someone the Seneschal knew only casually? It
made no sense. 

Erestor raised a dark brow doubtfully. Despite Glorfindel’s words to the contrary, his
behavior was at odds with his usual jovial manner, and the menacing glint in his eyes
belied his words. “What is it, mellonen? Did my admission disturb you?” (my friend) 
Glorfindel crossed his arms defiantly over his broad chest. “Nay, Erestor, why on Arda
would I be disturbed? I’ve only found out that my best friend bedded the lovers I spent
the night with last night. I am not disturbed by that in the least,” Glorfindel retorted
sarcastically. 

“Come now, my friend, that was over two thousand years ago. The twins have taken many
other lovers since then,” Erestor said. He was taken aback by the icy tone in his
friend’s voice. //This is odd; he *is* jealous,// he thought. 

“Ai, Erestor, never mind,” Glorfindel sighed. His shoulders sagged and he leaned against
the door frame, rubbing a weary hand across his eyes. “I do not know why I have been
overcome by such a fit of anger, and I apologize for taking it out on you. I am simply
tired,” he said apologetically, and gave the dark Elf a small smile. 

Erestor cast him a skeptical look but decided against forcing the issue. Glorfindel would
tell him in his own time. It was late and the morning would come all too soon. He leaned
forward and pressed a chaste kiss on his friend’s brow. “Very well. Maer dú and sleep
well, my friend.” (good night) 

“Maer dú, Erestor,” the blond said. “I will see you at breakfast,” and turning on his
heel, he disappeared into his room. 

Erestor stood outside the door for a moment longer. Finally he gave a small, resigned
sigh, shrugged, and continued down the hall to his own quarters. 

~*~*~ finis ~*~*~