Title: Majority
Author: Bone Fauna <emilysarah_222@hotmail.com>
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glorfindel/ Elladan
Plot: It is the day of the twins majority. However, the special event is
somewhat marred when Glorfindel is worried about a problem plaguing Elrohir. He
decides to talk to Elladan about it, but is only to discover that the other twin
is also suffering from the same problem. How will Glorfindel ease Elladan’s
‘heaviness of soul’..?!
Warning: at the beginning there might be a bit of BDSM – but it all turns out
rosy in the end. Sorry : )
Disclaimer: you all should know this by now - the characters and world is not
mine - it's the God's, Tolkien's, though he'd probably die again if he knew how
I portrayed them!
Author Notes: This is basically pure slash – not much of a plot. It was
originally part of a bigger story that I was writing, but I lost interest and
ideas in it. In the end, I decided to just post this part because I know how
many of you are out there that just want a bit of elf on elf! ; )  I hope you
enjoy. I do plan on posting something more meaningful in the future. Note well,
this was one of my first fanfics that I wrote, so it may be a little crude, but
I think it does the job! Also, readers who aren't interested in a small bit of
het should ignore the first part of this story - but don't worry, it doesn't
last long, and quickly gets to the good m/m bits!

Majority

Elladan watched from his hidden spot behind the shrubs, his breath held
painfully in anticipation and trepidation.
	The young elf-maiden, unaware of his presence, gently dipped her toes in the
river to test the water. A slight shiver ran through her as the cool water
kissed her foot ; Elladan stared, transfixed.
	The elf-maiden was stunning. Skin like cream; lips full and pink; hair a
beautiful and erotic silver – so different from all the black hair he was use to
seeing. Like him, she was young and untouched – a temptress without knowing it.
Elladan wanted to run to her and embrace her – show her unimaginable pleasures
and protect her and comfort her and steal her away just for himself. The
elf-maiden whom Elladan did not know, began to disrobe…
	The thin gauze dress which she wore slowly rolled down her smooth skin,
revealing ripe breasts, taut stomach, thin waist, flaring hips, delicious
thighs; the material pooled about her feet. Tentatively, the elf-maiden stepped
out from the clothing, and into the river.
	Elladan realised that he still held his breath. Taking in a ragged breath, he
watched the elf-maiden with lust in his eyes, his body shaking in anticipation;
a strange, warm throbbing building between his legs.
	The elf-maiden stopped wadding out when the water came up to her waist.
Goose-bumps prickled her lovely skin – her nipples were tight and erect, begging
to be touched…
	Elladan moaned, not bothering to stop the noise as he knew he was far enough
away for her not to hear him over the bubbling of the river. The ache between
his legs intensified, becoming unbearably hot and tight. His breathing came hard
and fast, and his mind swirled in a foggy, slow haze.
	Suddenly, the elf-maiden turned and looked right at him.
	Elladan froze, unsure whether he had been spotted or not. The girl smiled
seductively, and began to wade out of the water. Elladan’s heart began to pound
faster than anything he knew; surely it would break from his chest at any moment
in fear and desire.
	The elf-maiden delicately clothed herself in a thin gown, but she didn’t bother
to tie the sash. Elladan could still see much of her ripe form. He found he
could no longer swallow as she began to walk right towards him.
	The maiden suddenly came around the bushes, and stood over Elladan who was
still crouched on the ground. He looked up at her, unable to move or speak. The
thin robe opened at the front to reveal her breasts, stomach and… Elladan
blushed and forced himself to look at her in the face. Her body still stood out
in tiny goose-bumps, and water droplets ran over her body – the robe stuck to
her skin.
	“Why do you hide, Elladan? That is not the act of the noble princeling.”
	Elladan opened and closed his mouth like a fish – still unable to find
co-horrent words. The elf-maid curled her finger, inviting him to stand, and he
obeyed, unable to resist her. She moved up close to him, rubbing herself against
him. She stretched out her arms behind his neck, and pulled him against her.
Elladan felt his sex press hard against her stomach. Suddenly he came out of his
trance and pulled her tight into him, running his hands down her back, through
her hair, inhaling her scent.
	“Oh Elladan, show me passion. Take me; Fill me…”
	Elladan did not refuse her moaned plea. He laid his mouth over hers, tasting
her, invading her. She trembled beneath him, writhing against him which only
aroused and impassioned him further. His fingers pinched and coaxed and teased
her nipples. She gasped aloud, and Elladan worked harder to induce more
gratifying noises from her.
	Suddenly Elladan couldn’t bear not having his flesh against hers. Pulling back,
he roughly wrenched his tights and tunic off onto the forest floor. When he
pulled her back against him, they both gasped as they felt their flesh against
flesh. Hot searing fireworks erupted all over his skin – his sex wept its
delight against her.
	Elladan and the maiden lost all control, kissing and writhing and moaning and
touching each other in a mad frenzy. The elf-girl reached out her fingers and
touched his sex, and it jumped and pulsed at her touch, sending a great shudder
rippling through him and a groan was wrenched from his throat.
	Suddenly Elladan’s view of the world shifted. This whole event seemed surreal,
strange – and he felt detached, though the unsatisfied aching in his loins was
as real as ever.
	“Don’t let go!” Elladan cried, and the elf-maiden looked at him confused. But
Elladan didn’t have time to explain, as he was wrenched even further from the
girl and the forest, and after a few moments different sounds invading his
hearing – faint footstep on hard floors – rippling fountains – the hush of a
curtain. And Elladan realised with great sorrow that he had been dreaming.
	Complete awareness finally came upon him, and Elladan was fully awake in his
room at Rivendell. He was twisted about in the bed, the white sheets caught up
about him. He noticed with great embarrassment that between his thighs, the
sheets were slightly damp, and his hard, pulsing sex stuck up, as yet begging
for its release. Elladan moaned and rolled over until his face was smothered by
the pillow, cutting out the light from his eyes, which had most likely been the
thing to wake him. Why couldn’t he have finished the dream? He was completely
unsatisfied now, and mortification rolled through him with his awareness of his
body’s yearnings.
	Today was his (and his brother’s) fiftieth birthday – their day of majority,
and for the past few nights his body had never let him forget his developing
maturity. Elladan shifted slightly in the bed to find a more comfortable
position, and the slight rubbing of the sheets against his sex brought a hard
gasp from him, and a desperate, aching need shot through him. He moaned into the
pillow again, torn by the promise of gratification, and the knowledge that it
would never be. He was too self-conscious to touch himself and bring that
release he so desperately wanted. Or at least, he had been…
	But now the need was just too much.
	His breathing grew shorter again, and he slowly turned around onto his back,
the sheets pulling teasingly over his rigid sex. He was panting now; excited and
nervous.
	He waited for a moment, hoping that perhaps his yearning would go away. It only
intensified in anticipation. Slowly, with great trepidation, Elladan moved his
hand down towards his loins.
	“Elladan?!”
	Elladan yanked his hands back out of the sheets, and sat up in the bed, his
breathing coming hard and fast, panic running through him.
	“Hang on – stay there! Don’t come in!” He shouted towards his bedroom door,
unable to remember if he had locked it the night before. Suddenly realising how
panicky he must have sounded, Elladan tried to ask his next question calmly. He
almost succeeded. “Who is it?”
	There was a pause outside his bedroom door, as if the person was trying to
gauge Elladan’s strange reaction. “Um… it’s Glorfindel… Are you alright,
Elladan?”
	“Yes – fine thanks!” Elladan called back, wincing at the high-pitched note in
his voice. He was still frozen to his bed, unsure what to do.
	“Oh,” came Glorfindel’s response.
	Elladan racked his brains for something to say. “What do you want?”
	“Ahh – can I come in? We need to talk.”
	Elladan winced. Hot flushes still ran through his body from his elf-hood.
Glorfindel could obviously tell he was debating the request, and would probably
deny him an audience. “It’s about Elrohir…”
	Elladan swore under his breath. He could not now refuse Glorfindel now.
	“Wait a moment,” he said, his voice resigned. “I’m not decent.”
	“Elladan,” Glorfindel said, half amused, half bewildered, “I’ve seen you naked
many times before…” and he started to turn the handle to come in.
	“*Wait a moment*!” Elladan called, almost hysterical. He could not let
Glorfindel see him like this – reduced by lust and his body’s desires.
	The handle suddenly stilled, and there was no further noise outside the door.
Elladan didn’t want to push his luck, and so he quickly dressed in a robe,
realising that tights would only heighten the obviousness of his current state.
He hurriedly straightened the sheets on his bed, and then sat on the edge,
crossing his legs and folding his hands on his lap. He took a deep, calming
breath, and conjured images of the woods, his father, his mother, food, artworks
about Rivendell, killing orcs… he felt more collected now, not quite so heated
and… throbbing.
	“Please Glorfindel, come in.”
	The door opened slowly, cautiously, and Glorfindel peered into the room, still
uncertain. He smiled hesitantly when he saw Elladan on the bed, clearly worried
for his young friend.
	“Please be seated,” Elladan said, hoping that his voice sounded normal. “And so
what is it that my brother has done now?”
	Glorfindel was obviously trying to push away any of his concerns, and focus on
the task which he had come to do. He sat down on a chair next to the bed, facing
Elladan.
	“First of all – Happy birthday, Elladan. I suppose you and your brother have
planned something completely inappropriate and terribly humiliating for your
father at tonight’s feast in honour of your brother’s and yours majority?”
Glorfindel put on an expression of mock-disapproval, though Elladan could
clearly see the amusement dancing in the hero’s eyes.
	Elladan grinned mischievously, suddenly relaxing for the first time this
morning. “Elrohir and I may have thought of a few entertaining displays to help
liven up tonight’s feast. Nothing *unseemly*, of course.”
	“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t dream of the Imladris twins doing anything
‘unseemly’…!” Glorfindel and Elladan chuckled, knowing all too well the pranks
the twins loved to play.
	When they had reflected on this a moment, Glorfindel soon sobered. Seeing his
change of mood, Elladan quickly remembered what Glorfindel had come for. “What
is it that troubles you about my brother? You are a dear friend, so please do
not feel troubled to speak freely with me.”
	Glorfindel nodded absently, clearly trying to think of the best way to approach
his subject.
	“Elrohir is rather… inexperienced, isn’t he?”
	Elladan blinked, taken aback. “ ‘Inexperienced’? I’m not sure what you mean…”
	Glorfindel looked slightly embarrassed – unusual for him – and he clasped his
hands together, avoiding Elladan’s eyes. “I mean – your brother has not *known*
anyone, has he?... He is still a virgin?”
	Elladan reddened at the question, his mind flickering back to this morning’s
fiasco, and he felt a gentle throb from between his legs just at the memory. He
flushed even further, crossing his legs tighter before answering. “As far as I
know, yes, Elrohir is ‘inexperienced’… as am I,” he added quietly, feeling it
necessary to admit this, even though Glorfindel probably already knew.
	Glorfindel gave Elladan a quick, kind glance, before letting his eyes drop as
he again took a moment to carefully consider his next words. “I have noticed, of
late, that Elrohir appears to be … *suffering*, because of this,
‘inexperience’.”
	Elladan looked blankly at the legendary warrior, clearly unsure as to what
Glorfindel was talking about. The pale haired elf sighed.
	“What I mean is… Look. My room is next to your brother’s, and when I am in my
wardrobe, sometimes I am able to hear things… Since his, and yours, impending
majority, I have sometimes heard sounds from Elrohir’s room that would
indicate…” Glorfindel took a breath and plunged straight into the problem as
best as he could. “– It would seem that Elrohir is being plagued by the changes
in the body one normally goes through around the majority years. I am wondering,
have you noticed such a heaviness of soul about him? He is clearly disturbed and
… dissatisfied. Have you talked with him?”
	Elladan could feel himself blushing, and wished fervently that he wasn’t. In
truth, he had been a little too preoccupied with his own ‘heaviness of soul’ –
as Glorfindel put it – to notice anything wrong in his brother. Memories of the
elf-maiden in his dreams came to him again. Her taste, which seemed so real – he
could still remember her flavour now – and her skin, and the ache she caused in
him – and her hand on him…
	His sex gave another warning throb and a slight lurch, and he was quickly
brought back to reality. He noticed with great humiliation and anxiety that
Glorfindel was regarding him rather intently now.
	“S-sorry,” Elladan said, smiling apologetically. “I was just recalling my time
with Elrohir over the past few days to see if I’d noticed anything.”
	“And?”
	Elladan paused a moment before replying. It was clear that his brother was
probably going through the same thing as himself – though Elladan must have been
better at hiding it than his slightly younger brother if he had escaped
Glorfindel’s notice, whereas Elrohir had not. Still, if he said he knew nothing,
then Glorfindel would think that odd, he being Elrohir’s twin and best friend.
But if he said he had noticed a change, perhaps Glorfindel would confide in him
some secret to controlling this irritating, lustful phase that he was going
through.
	“Now that you mention it, Glorfindel, I think you may be right,” Elladan said
in the end. “What do you suggest we could do to ease Elrohir’s dissatisfaction?”
	However, to Elladan’s discomfort, Glorfindel still seemed to be regarding him
very closely. Elladan felt himself blushing. He fidgeted, looking everywhere but
at the other elf.
	Suddenly, Elladan jumped as he felt the bed sink slightly to his right, and the
warmth of Glorfindel’s body next to him. He had not noticed the elf get up and
come and sit next to him, as he had been looking towards a painting on a wall on
the other side of the room. Elladan found the closeness of this elf he
considered friend and mentor to be both welcoming and somewhat uncomfortable. He
edged away from Glorfindel a fraction to give himself some room. His legs were
still crossed, and his hands folded tightly – *protectively* – over himself.
	“I think perhaps that we should find a way to make Elrohir somewhat *more*
experienced…”
	Glorfindel’s voice was very soft now, as it did not need to carry a great
distance to reach Elladan’s ears – but the tone of his voice was now seemed very
suggestive. Images of what Glorfindel had in mind for his brother suddenly
flashed in his mind, and his sex gave a wild leap in appreciation. Elladan
flinched, hoping that Glorfindel hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately, the elder elf
seemed rather intent ever since coming over to the bed to watch Elladan’s every
movement. Elladan looked hesitantly at the warrior, and he felt a quick flash of
horror as he thought he saw Glorfindel quickly glance towards his lap, where his
hands tightly lay – but he couldn’t be sure.
	Glorfindel moved closer to Elladan to make up for the gap the younger elf had
made, his arm and thigh now pressed against Elladan’s. “What do you think,
Elladan? Will your brother accept such help?” His breath was warm and comforting
– Elladan could feel it caress his cheek and neck. His eyes half-lowered of
their own accord.
“Elladan?”
Elladan could almost feel Glorfindel’s moist lips against his ear, and it was
all he could do not to let out a shaky sigh. His sex now throbbed constantly –
he could feel it against his palm through his robe.
“I don’t know…” Elladan murmured. Time moved slowly, thickly, like honey. “I
don’t know what my brother wants… What do you have in mind?”
Elladan could feel a small smile curl the other elf’s lips. Elladan felt
Glorfindel lean further against himself, and he was suddenly conflicted as to
whether he should move away, or lean deeper into the other elf in turn. Elladan
could feel the warmth radiating from the warrior – seeping into his own flesh.
Glorfindel lowered his head so that his lips were near Elladan’s neck, his warm
breath coating the elfling’s skin.
“Well, Elladan, I’m not too sure what I would exactly do to your brother to put
him at ease. What do you think should be done? Shall I show you a few
possibilities?”
Elladan trembled at his elder friend’s words. He felt as though he were dreaming
– no. The elf-maiden had been a dream. This – this was real. Oh, so aching real.
Elladan’s body no longer responded to his wishes, and he found himself slumping
against Glorfindel’s body. He made a soft murmuring noise which sounded very
much like he was acquiescing to Glorfindel’s request. He closed his eyes and
submitted himself fully to the more experienced master.
Glorfindel gave a soft laugh, and wrapped his arms around the young elf, pulling
him against himself, and for a while they sat there – Elladan cuddled against
the legendary hero, his black hair being gently stroked.
Glorfindel then raised his right hand and ran it down Elladan’s face and neck. A
shiver went up Elladan’s spine, and he opened his eyes. Glorfindel looked back
at him, slightly amused, but very caring.
Glorfindel bent his head and gently brushed his lips against Elladan’s. The
younger elf moaned at the feather touch, and tried to reach up to pull
Glorfindel into a more substantial embrace. But Glorfindel would not be hurried
or directed. He caught Elladan’s hand, and at that touch, the younger elf
suddenly remembered what his hands were supposed to be doing.
Exceptionally embarrassed and humiliated, Elladan tried to pull away and hide
his obvious arousal, but it was too late. Glorfindel had him, and would not let
him go.
“Shhh, little elf,” Glorfindel soothed. “I am here to help.”
Glorfindel caught both of Elladan’s wrists in one powerful hand behind his back,
and a thrill of anxiety ran through the young prince. He suddenly felt
completely out of his depth. He was now at the mercy of the elder elf. His face
showed his fear, but his body betrayed his desire.
Glorfindel reached out with his free hand and began to unfasten the ties about
Elladan’s robe. Elladan was now trembling without cease. “Glorfindel…” he said,
almost pitifully. A few hot tears escaped his eyes and rolled down his
beautifully carved cheeks.
“It is alright, little prince. I will not hurt you. We shall take this slowly –
for your sake. It shall be my birthday present to you…”
Elladan let out a small, shaky laugh at this, and tried to will himself to
relax. Glorfindel had now untied the robe, and was beginning to peel the
material back from Elladan’s frame. As the coolish morning air kissed his skin,
a half moan- half sigh escaped his lips. Glorfindel pulled the robe back from
Elladan’s chest down to his waist, where he could go no further because of the
younger elf’s sitting position.
Glorfindel lent forward and brushed his lips against Elladan’s neck, flicking
his tongue out now and then to tease the skin. Every time he did this, Elladan
quivered and a moan or yelp escaped him. Glorfindel then ran the tip of his
tongue down the front of Elladan’s throat, over his collar bone, and then kissed
his way back up the other side of the elf’s neck. He pulled back and then placed
his mouth, softly but firmly this time, over Elladan’s lips.
Elladan responded shyly, awkwardly to the kiss. Glorfindel took his time,
working gradually harder until eventually the younger elf’s lips gave way, and
Glorfindel slipped his tongue into Elladan’s mouth.
At first he resisted (How naive he is, Glorfindel thought with amusement), but
soon Elladan was at the other elf’s mercy. Glorfindel kissed long and deep,
sliding his tongue over Elladan’s and invading every space of the young elf’s
mouth that he could. Elladan grew weak at the kiss, his body thrummed like a
too-tightly strung bow, and he wanted to cling onto Glorfindel as if afraid of
drowning, but the elder elf had his hands firmly caught behind him. He tugged at
the grip, trying to pull free, but Glorfindel would not release him. His own
helplessness only sought to arouse and weaken him more.
Quite suddenly, Glorfindel broke the kiss, and Elladan cried out his despair.
Glorfindel smiled warmly at the prince. “Do not fret, little one, I will not
abandon you in your hour of need.”
Glorfindel bent down and gave Elladan a quick, encouraging kiss, flicking his
tongue briefly into Elladan’s mouth, but this fleeting taste of Glorfindel only
sought to make Elladan crave the elder elf’s touch even more so, rather than put
him at ease.
Glorfindel stood up, pulling Elladan up with him. The robe about Elladan’s waist
shifted, but it was too twisted about him to yet fall to the ground. Glorfindel
reached out to pull the material away.
“Wait!” Elladan cried suddenly, another panic attack taking over. “Saes – wait,
I’m not ready. I can’t do this. Glofindel please, don’t do this!” he tried to
pull away, a hand which Glorfindel had negligently allowed to escape pulling at
his robes to keep them from falling down and revealing himself completely to his
idol. However, his other arm was still firmly in the grasp of Glorfindel, and
the elder elf would not let him escape.
Elladan felt terrified and trapped. As much as his body yearned for this, it was
still new and strange to him, and he was so afraid of what might happen.
“Please!” He cried again, still struggling to break free, but Glorfindel simply
pulled the younger elf against him, and wrapped his arms tightly about him,
sensing the boy’s turmoil. Elladan allowed himself to be held and stoked, hot
tears running down his face in humiliation and onto the front of Glorfindel’s
clothed chest. He was shaking in the elder elf’s arms, and the warrior murmured
comforting words to Elladan, which fell on half-deaf ears.
“There’s no need to be ashamed,” Glorfindel murmured soothingly.  Elladan gave a
small sob. He felt so childish and stupid! Curse his body and its strange
wantings! Elladan felt his sex press against Glorfindel’s thigh, and suddenly he
was wracked with mortification that the elder elf would know of his arousal.
He tried to pull away again, and this time Glorfindel allowed the young prince
to put some distance between them. Glorfindel gave the jumpy elf a sympathetic
smile.  “Elladan,” he said, almost condescendingly, spreading his arms out in
supplication and taking a step towards the prince.
“No,” Elladan said weakly, one hand desperately holding up his robe, the other
now lifted up as if to ward off an enemy.
Glorfindel stopped moving forward, and then crossed his hands in front of his
chest. “Elladan,” he said firmly. “Do not be so ridiculous. You cannot honestly
refuse this. I want to take nothing from you. I only want to help. If you can
openly tell me that at the moment you are not desperate for release – that you
have not been suffering these past days – weeks – months even – then I shall
leave you. But I shall not leave you to suffer. So, by the Valar and on your
mother’s life, can you tell me that you are fine and do not want this?”
Elladan was shaking, half bent over. He was clearly torn and very confused. “You
cannot ask me this question!”
“I can and I am.”
Elladan collapsed to the floor, sobbing and in despair. His head was bowed, but
Glorfindel could clearly hear his words when they came. “I am not fine,” he
admitted in whispered defeat.
Glofrindel strode over to the younger elf, and picked him up from the floor and
carried him over to the bed in his arms. “I know, my little prince,” he
whispered, “that is why I am here.” Elladan curled up against Glorfindel,
drawing in his warmth and relaxing somewhat as he felt protected in the
warrior’s sure arms.  Glorfindel then gently placed Elladan on the bed. He stood
back and swiftly disrobed.
Elladan lay on the bed, half bent in the foetal position, his robe still
covering the lower half of his body. He faced away from Glorfindel, too afraid
to watch the elf as he stripped. Within moments he felt the mattress sink
slightly as the warrior climbed onto the bed. The thought that Glorfindel was
now naked sent a wicked thrill through him, and Elladan felt the desire between
his legs grow and pulse again. Glorfindel moved over to the younger elf, and
leaned over him.
“Elladan…” he called softly, playfully. Elladan refused to open his eyes.
Glorfindel bent down and nuzzled the soft flesh between Elladan’s neck and
hunched shoulder. Elladan did not move, though Glorfindel felt him relax
somewhat.
For the next few minutes, Glorfindel kissed and nuzzled Elladan’s neck,
shoulder, and throat. Then, if Elladan had been watching, he would have seen a
mischievous smile creep over the warrior’s face. He bent over and blew into
Elladan’s ear.
“Ai!” Elladan cried, and tried to jump away, but Glorfindel had effectively
positioned himself over the young prince, one arm over either side of the other.
Glorfindel grinned, and then bent down and flicked his tongue into Elladan’s
ear. The young prince cried out again in outrage, wriggling and trying to
escape.
Glorfindel laughed aloud now, clearly enjoying his torment of the lordling.
Whenever he had a clear shot of the young elf’s ear, he would attack it with his
tongue, encouraging a scream each time from a harried Elladan. Elladan continued
struggling for freedom, unaware that Glorfindel was manipulating him into an
easier position to....
Suddenly Elladan felt the robe about his waist be whipped away. He cried aloud
in consternation – and gave Glorfindel a horrified look as the warrior elf held
up the robe in his hand in jubilation. Glorfindel threw the material away onto
the floor with a short, triumphant laugh, and then lunged after Elladan who had
now made a desperate scramble for the edge of the bed.
Glorfindel landed heavily on top of the young prince, and struggled to keep the
boy down and on the bed.  “Get – off – me!” Elladan cried between clenched teeth
as he tried to wrestle free.
All of a sudden, Elladan felt something hot and hard press against the crevice
of his backside, and he knew that it was Glorfindel’s arousal. Elladan gave a
short, choking noise and suddenly froze up. Glorfindel was now able to grab
Elladan’s hands. He turned the prince over to face him.
Elladan was panting hard, and his face showed that he was flushed and fretting.
Glorfindel gazed fondly at Elladan for a moment, before half pulling, half
dragging the young elf back into the middle of the bed. Glorfindel positioned a
few pillows against the bed head, and then leant against, sitting on his heels
and knees. He pulled Elladan up and against him, the young prince’s back pressed
against his front, and supported on his lap. Elladan seemed dazed, slumped
against Glorfindel as he was. The warrior wrapped his left arm about the prince,
effectively trapping the young elf’s arms to his sides, as well as providing a
comforting embrace.
“Elladan,” he murmured against the elf’s ear. The prince only stirred in
response, leaning his head back against Glorfindel’s shoulder. Glorfindel
stroked the side of Elladan’s face, and ran a hand down his neck and chest.
Elladan drew in a shuddering breath.
“Tell me, little one. Have you been troubled of late too? What dreams have kept
you awake at night?”
Elladan stirred uncomfortably. Glorfindel began to think that the prince
wouldn’t answer him, but then Elladan murmured, “There was an elf-maiden one
time… she was bathing in the river…”
“Hmmm…” Glorfindel said, a small smile curling his lips. He ran his hand down
Elladan’s side, and the boy shivered as the touch induced a flowering, tingling
sensation throughout his body. His sex pulsed in response. This time Elladan did
little to hide himself. He simply allowed himself to lie heavier back against
his elder friend, taking in a deep breath as he did so.
Glorfindel trailed his fingers lazily over Elladan’s flesh – over his hard
nipples, down his side, down over his taut stomach, tracing downwards in spirals
towards that hot, slowly throbbing flesh which was steadily growing. Elladan’s
breathing grew shorter in anticipation, but Glorfindel did his best to get as
close to Elladan’s sex without actually touching it. Elladan’s fingers flexed at
his side, and his body arched and stretched as the fire began to build within
him again; but Glorfindel had him firmly restrained.
“Glorfindel?” Elladan mumbled uncertainly.
“I am here, dear one. Know that it is I, and that I am always here.”
Elladan nodded nervously, trying to relax, but the feelings in his body were now
starting to surmount. Glorfindel nuzzled the side of Elladan’s neck, and the boy
let his head tilt away for the elder elf to gain better access. His breath was
forced from him each time that Glorfindel would lightly nip his skin.
Glorfindel moved his hand gently towards Elladan’s sex. Elladan was not prepared
for the touch, blind as he was from keeping his eyes closed as the warrior elf
had run his hands over him. Glorfindel’s fingers lightly whispered over the tip
of the young elf’s arousal, but that aching touch was enough to send an
explosion of fire throughout Elladan’s body. A long, deep moan was torn from his
throat, and he bucked against Glorfindel. “Shhh, little prince,” Glofindel said,
half amused, “or else we may have more people in this room than is appropriate.”
Elladan would have laughed had he not been so intoxicated. He realised that he
was panting like a dog, but he no longer cared for dignity. All that mattered
was that he was about to find that release which had been plaguing him for so
long. The culmination of the past days of dissatisfaction suddenly built up
within him, and his sex throbbed wildly for another touch.
Glorfindel saw fit to oblige, and this time his fingers stroked down from the
tip of Elladan’s sex, right down to the very root. “Ai, Glorfindel!” Elladan
pushed himself back into the warrior elf, his hips arching upwards, as a wave of
pleasure engulfed him. His body was now trembling for gratification.
“Easy, little elf,” Glorfindel whispered. “I promised to take things slowly, and
to that I will hold.”
Elladan groaned in frustration and delight. His sex now danced beseechingly, but
Glorfindel chose cruelly now to ignore it. He cupped Elladan’s soft sacs within
his hands, stroking them with his thumb, but it only built the pressure within
him, rather than soothed it, and Elladan was now a prisoner of passion.
Glorfindel allowed his tongue to dance flirtatiously across Elladan’s lips, but
every time the prince opened his mouth to accept him, the warrior elf would pull
away. Elladan cried out his frustration, wanting so desperately to taste
Glorfindel, but unable to. His sex throbbed for the other elf’s touch as well,
but again he was there denied.
“Glorfindel!” Elladan cried, incensed. “You said you would not desert me in my
hour of need. Quit tormenting me!”
Glorfindel chuckled softly. “I only give you what you want.”
“I want you!”
“And you shall have me, when you are ready. I could have taken you long ago, but
I came here to make you more ‘experienced’, and that does not happen in mere
moments, my little prince-lord.”
Elladan let out a half moan, half sob at hearing this. “Saes,” he said
imploringly.
For his answer, Glorfindel wrapped his hand tenderly about Elladan’s arousal.
Elladan thrashed in pleasure, and called out aloud incoherent words. Glorfindel
kept his left arm pulled tightly against the younger elf, ensuring that he could
not move much. Then the warrior elf bent his lips down to Elladan’s ear and said
with dark humour, “You are not quite experienced enough, I think.” So saying,
Glorfindel let his grip go.
The loss of such pleasurable contact was brutal. “No! Glorfindel!” Elladan
cried, and he tried furiously but unsuccessfully to free his hands. His sex was
straining unbearably against him; beads of ecstasy standing as proof of his
desires as they wept from the small slit in his elf-hood.
“Shh, all in good time, my little prince...”
Elladan drew in breath as though he were about to argue the point that he was
not Glorfindel’s ‘little prince’, but a quick stroke along the cleft of
Elladan’s backside had the princeling gasping for air. Glorfindel repeated the
action, this time taking more care to rub against that secret opening of the
lordling. Elladan shuddered; a sick yet delicious fear took him as it suddenly
dawned on him how males must satisfy themselves with other males. Suddenly his
throat felt very dry.
Elladan endured the strokes a moment longer, before Glorfindel unexpectedly
started to nudge the younger elf’s backside with his own erection.
“Wait!” Elladan squeeked.
Glorfindel sighed. “We’ve had this conversation before Elladan. You- ”
“No wait! Is this... is this going to hurt?”
He hated the tremble in his own voice, but his insecurities were too strong to
ignore. He sensed rather than saw the elder elf smile sympathetically, as he
drew Elladan close against him in both of his arms. Elladan lay there for a few
moments, his heart pounding and his sex throbbing without cease, trembling
slightly as he laid curled against Glorfindel’s chest.
“Wait here, dear one,” Glorfindel murmured, and kissed Elladan on the brow
before going into the ensuite. Elladan watched Glorfindel as he walked away,
marvelling at the other elf’s muscular and slim form. When Glorfindel
disappeared behind the wall, Elladan suddenly caught his own reflection in the
mirror. He saw himself – naked and looking rather small and frightened. His body
was very slender and lithe. Seeing himself aroused with slightly tousled hair
and an anxious expression was not something he saw everyday, and had he not been
feeling so nervous, he would have laughed at the comical and pitiful picture he
made.
Glorfindel seemed to find what he was looking for and came back. In his hand he
held a small bottle of gel – Elladan knew it to be a mild healing ointment for
abrasions.
“This will do nicely, I think,” Glorfindel said rather cheerfully, throwing the
jar up in the air a little way, and then catching it again in his hand. Elladan
looked at the bottle dubiously, and he suddenly felt the need to cross his legs.
Glorfindel laughed when he saw Elladan do just that.
Climbing back onto the bed, Glorfindel pulled himself over to Elladan, and
hauling the prince under him, kissed the boy long and deep.
Elladan, at last revelling in the freedom of his hands, suddenly didn’t know
what to do with them. Tentatively, he entangled them into his mentor’s golden
hair, and ensured that Glorfindel could not pull away and tease him like before.
While Elladan was caught in the embrace, Glorfindel positioned himself on top of
the elf so that both their arousals rubbed against one another. Elladan suddenly
moaned at the contact, writhing beneath the warrior as he still kissed him. All
of a sudden, Elladan’s hips jerked forward of their own volition. His breath was
ripped from him, and he broke off the kiss to gasp for air.
Grinning wickedly, Glorfindel pushed his own hips forward to slide his sex
against Elladan’s. Elladan cried out, and again his hips thrust forward
helplessly. He then began to rub arousal against the other, trying to seek the
desired friction to ease the burning ache, but Glorfindel pulled back, denying
him. Elladan moaned, his mind now beginning to fall into that realm of
non-existence, where nothing seemed real or important but his sense of touch...
He was still in that hazy reality when Glorfindel tenderly picked him up and
positioned him back against his own chest as they had been before. Glorfindel
then stripped a pillow of its cover, and used that material to tie Elladan’s
wrists behind his back. Elladan began to struggle, but the warrior elf whispered
soothing words and managed to placate the lust-dazed elf. Glorfindel then
wrapped his left arm tightly about the younger elf for comfort.
Finding the jar, Glorfindel unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers into the
slippery gel. Putting the bottle aside, he then whispered words of encouragement
into Elladan’s ear as he began to smooth the creamy ointment over the hidden
entrance to Elladan’s body.
Elladan quickly came out of his reverie, his legs going weak while at the same
time his heart thumped louder than any drum Elladan had previously heard.
Elladan twisted his arms, but found them bound hard. In fact, when he moved his
fingers, he could feel and touch the other elf’s arousal behind him.
Soon Glorfindel was pushing his finger against the dark hole of the princeling,
and Elladan gave a strangled yelp when the finger finally gained entrance. His
body trembled terribly now, and Elladan had never felt more uncomfortable in all
his life. His heart gave a strange roll and thud as though it were about to give
out on him. Glorfindel began to slowly move his finger deeper within the young
elf, holding Elladan down firmly but comfortingly with his left arm.
Elladan sobbed with this new sensation. The unpleasantness slowly ebbed, but
Elladan was still very rigid. Suddenly, Glorfindel lent back, and Elladan now
found that he could lie quite comfortably against the elder elf’s abdomen.
Glorfindel now freed his left hand, and placed it over Elladan’s rigid sex.
Elladan groaned and allowed his head to be pillowed against Glorfindel’s collar
bone. The warrior elf began to run his fingers up and down the prince’s arousal,
and Elladan forgot all about the finger deep within him. That was until
Glorfindel hit a spot which sent indescribable pleasure rocketing through him.
Elladan cried out in shock, nearly breaking free from Glorfindel’s hold as he
lurched with the pleasure that came from deep inside of him. Glorfindel slid the
finger almost all the way out, and when he moved to push it back inside Elladan
again, he added another finger.
Elladan cried out loudly each time Glorfindel’s fingers hit that spot of
pleasure. The elder elf closed his grasp about the prince’s arousal, and began
to fist it in time with his thrusting fingers.
Elladan was beyond thinking now. His breathing came irregularly – short and
fast, or in great, shuddering gulps. Glorfindel nuzzled the elf’s neck, bringing
the younger elf to completion.
Just before Elladan could reach his climax, Glorfindel pulled his fingers from
the elf’s body and released his grip on the prince’s straining erection. Elladan
sobbed at the abandonment, and he would have used his own hands to finish the
deed, had they not been conveniently tied behind his back.
“Why?” Elladan whimpered, as great convulsing shudders rocked through him. Why
had Glorfindel just left him like that, at the last, crucial moment?
Glorfindel understood the import of the question. “Shhh, my little prince,” he
soothed. “I have not abandoned you yet. I am far from finished with you...” And
the warrior elf deftly undid the bonds about Elladan’s hands.
“Get onto all fours, little one, and I will finish the task I came to do.”
Elladan did not question this demand. He positioned himself quickly upon the
bed, and soon felt Glorfindel come up behind and spread his legs further apart.
The touch of the warrior elf’s hands on his thighs was near to unbearable. He
then waited while the elder elf used more of the gel upon himself. Glorfindel
then pulled himself over the top of the young prince, and, placing his left hand
around Elladan’s hips, he gently slid his rigid sex inside of Elladan.
Elladan cried out, and then uttered a small whimper as Glorfindel first entered
him. Glorfindel made soothing noises, pausing for a few moments, and then he
gently began to move slowly, deep within the young elf.
Elladan allowed himself to enjoy the smooth rocking motion within him, strange
as it was to have another person inside of him.
Suddenly Glorfindel brushed against that spot of hidden pleasure, and Elladan
cried out in wild abandon, He wanted to thrust his hips back to greedily meet
Glorfindel’s every push, but the warrior had his waist firmly held, and wouldn’t
let Elladan quicken the pace. He continued to slide in, and slowly draw out
again at a maddening delicious pace. Every time Glorfindel moved in him, Elladan
was rewarded by an overwhelming flood of ecstasy. The elder elf made a noise
which sounded suspiciously like a laugh, but Elladan didn’t care. Glorfindel
then enveloped the young prince’s sex in his hand, and began to stroke it
gently, matching the rhythm with the movement of his hips.
Elladan cried out for the tenderness of Glorfindel’s ministrations. Glorfindel
began to quicken his pace, and thrusted harder and harder. Small gasps and
whimpers now accompanied the moans and cries and Elladan was brought to the
brink over and over, only to have Glorfindel still within him and release his
swelling flesh. Elladan was caught – trapped between Glorfindel’s hips and the
sweet enclosure of his fist, unable to pull away or lean back without
heightening the efforts of the elder elf.
Again Glorfindel brought Elladan to the cusp of his release, and when Elladan
felt him slow his movements and drop his hand away from his arousal yet again,
the young elf cried aloud in denial.
“Glorfindel – *saes*! For the love of the Valar, I cannot take anymore of this
torture!”
At last, Glorfindel decided to heed Elladan’s pleas and grant him mercy. He
moved his hand back over the boy’s thrumming sex, and he built up the rhythm of
his hips. Elladan felt Glorfindel’s burning sex within him - pulsating
wonderfully deep within him. Elladan twisted and tried as best as he could to
move up and down even harder upon Glofrindel, who was now thrusting into him
with little refinement.
When Glorfindel had Elladan writhing between hand and hip, he leaned over the
elfling’s neck and whispered, “Come for me, little prince.”
Glorfindel plunged his erection deep within the elf, and rubbed the prince’s
sweet spot mercilessly, over and over in quick succession, rubbing and pulling
firmly on the young elf’s cock at the same time. Glorfindel felt Elladan’s sex
swell and buckle, and likewise his own shaft was now burning and building
unbearably. With a great, breaking cry, Elladan’s orgasm was pulled from him,
his seed spilling hotly over Glorfindel’s hand. Glorfindel plunged into the
prince a few more times before he himself came, flooding the young elf with his
essence.
They were both panting hard now – gasping for breath, and Glorfindel suddenly
realised that Elladan’s arms were threatening to give way beneath the weight of
them both. He eased himself out and off the young prince, and lay down on his
back. Feeling no need to keep himself up now, Elladan allowed himself to
collapse onto the mattress too.
Glorfindel rolled over onto his side, his chest still heaving slightly. He
pulled Elladan against him. The younger elf snuggled up within his friend’s
embrace, his breath still coming hard and fast, though he was slowly calming
down.
“Are you okay, my little prince?” Glorfindel murmured over Elladan’s ear.
Elladan didn’t reply – he didn’t have the strength, nor the inclination too. He
simply cuddled up tighter against the elder elf.
Glorfindel kissed the boy fondly on the forehead, and began to gently stroke his
back, and run his fingers through the elfling’s raven hair. After a while, when
they were both calm and dreamy, Glorfindel suddenly remembered something and
smiled.
“Elladan,” he said, amusement tinging his voice.
“Mmm?”
“Do you think that will satisfy your brother’s ‘heaviness of soul’?”
Elladan was silent for a moment before suddenly chuckling, only he couldn’t stop
himself once he started. Soon the laughter grew until Elladan was shaking hard
and crying because of it. “Oh Glorfindel,” he said, when he could catch his
breath, “I think it shall be the finest birthday present my brother every
receives!”


THE END
- or is it...? : )

Saes - 'please'

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