Title: Married to an Elf Part 19/25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir Rating: R Summary: Things start heating up between the twins. Genre: Romance Word count: 935 Warnings: Naked elves ahead… Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 30 June 2007 – ‘clasp’; 1 Sep 2006 – ‘war’; 7 Oct 2006 – ‘epic’; 19 Aug 2007 – ‘quarter’; 9 Sep 2007 – ‘register’ ************************ Both elves stood in the middle of the room, uncertain as how to proceed further. Despite his earlier words, the last thing Elladan wanted was to frighten Elrohir even more. It was plain by the trepidation in the slightly younger elf’s eyes that he was uncomfortable. “Elrohir?” Elladan said softly, but his voice did not appear to register, the younger Peredhel seemingly staring at some obscure spot in the distance. “Elrohir!” “I heard you the first time.” Elladan bit back the retort on the tip of his tongue, opting instead to take a deep breath. “How do you wish to proceed?” he asked, a little surprised as to how steady his voice sounded. “Whatever you think.” Elrohir’s reply was apathetic at best, and Elladan once more found himself stifling his irritation. “You do not wish to do this,” the eldest Peredhel said flatly. Elrohir sighed. “It is not that I do not wish to, it is just…” “Just what?” “You…you frighten me, a little.” Elrohir’s voice was so quiet that Elladan thought he had misheard. “I *frighten* you?” Elladan asked incredulously. Elrohir nodded. “You seem so…intense with your feelings that I am afraid I will be constantly waging some sort of war so that I do not drown under the weight of them.” “You think I would hurt you?” Elladan ask. “No. But I have seen you fight, Elladan. I have seen you so caught up in your emotions that I sometimes fear for you.” Elladan made to clasp his brother’s hand, only to stop. “I wonder,” he began slowly, “if you are afraid of your feelings for me.” Elrohir’s gaze was wary. “I do not know what you mean,” he said carefully. “I think you do.” This time Elladan did take his brother’s hand. With his other, he gently stroked his brother’s cheek. “You desire this, Elrohir. I feel you trembling, but it is not from fear.” Elladan’s voice had taken on an almost hypnotic quality, and Elrohir felt himself swaying even closer to the other elf. “You speak of a war of emotions, Elrohir, but you would not drown. You are too good a fighter…melethron, and a more than worthy opponent. We may end up waging epic battles but, in the end, we both shall be the victors.” Elrohir remained silent, absorbing what Elladan was saying. The words ‘we both shall be victors’ kept repeating themselves in his mind, faster and faster until they were virtually indistinguishable. Was there truth in Elladan’s words? Elrohir was not so sure, yet felt himself drawn to them, nevertheless. But Elladan was right: he did want this; wanted it with an intensity that threatened to rob him of his breath. He knew the next step was up to him. Part of him wanted to run, but part of him wanted to give in to his need, his want. He felt, to his surprise, that he wanted to devour. And it was that feeling that finally helped him to make his choice. “Yes…” Elrohir whispered before taking the final plunge and kissing Elladan for the first time as a lover. His fingers reached up and tangled themselves in Elladan’s mane, drawing the other elf closer still as his tongue demanded entrance into Elladan’s mouth. Elrohir pressed his body flush against Elladan’s, feeling his brother’s – nay, lover’s – obvious erection under the clothing, and knowing that Elladan felt his. He did not allow Elladan to break way, instead intensifying the kiss, letting Elladan know that he was more than ready for what was to come. Elrohir began pushing his lover towards the bed, still kissing him. Only when the back of Elladan’s knees hit the side did Elrohir finally break off the kiss and push the other elf onto the bed. Elladan stared at Elrohir, stunned by his brother’s onslaught. “You are right,” Elrohir said as he started removing his tunic. “I do want this.” The younger elf’s eyes were stormy, his teeth bared as he dragged the tunic over his head and dropped it heedlessly on the floor. “And I promise you, *melethron*, that I shall give you no quarter.” Elladan could only watch helplessly as Elrohir stripped off the rest of his clothing, and his gaze travelled to Elrohir’s proudly standing erection. He had seen his brother naked before, but not like this, and Elladan knew they had both reached the point of no return. After this, they would no longer be the same elves that they once were. He drew in a deep breath, inhaling Elrohir’s musky scent, before leaning forward and taking his brother’s erection in his mouth. “Valar, yes!” Elrohir ground out, staring down at the dark head of Elladan sucking and licking his erection. Then he pulled out, and Elladan looked up at Elrohir, his lips wet and slightly swollen. “Did you not like what I was doing?” Elladan asked quietly. “I liked it all too well,” Elrohir said, “but I do not want to come in your mouth.” He stepped back a few paces. “Strip,” he ordered, and watched intensely as Elladan began removing his clothing. Once he was naked, Elladan instinctively lay back on the bed. He had not anticipated Elrohir taking the initiative, and found that he more than liked the idea. He had never given himself to others, preferring to be the one on top. But here, now, Elladan found himself wanting to be taken…to be possessed. The elder Peredhel’s lips curved into a smile. “What are you smiling about?” Elrohir asked curiously. Elladan turned his lust-darkened gaze at the other elf. “I want to drown,” he said simply. ************************ Elvish translations: melethron – male lover Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Married to an Elf Part 20/25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Legolas, Elrond, Thranduil Rating: PG Summary: Elrond confesses to Thranduil. Genre: Romance Word count: 491 Warnings: None Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 13 Sep 2007 – ‘punch’ ************************ Thranduil sipped the miruvor, a thoughtful expression on his face. Despite the binding between Erestor and Glorfindel, and now the betrothal between his son and Lindir, there was an air of underlying tension in Imladris. His gaze travelled to Elrond, who was sipping his own miruvor, seemingly unperturbed, though the shadow in his eyes said otherwise. “Do you wish to speak of it?” he finally asked. Elrond smiled a little ruefully. “You have sensed that things are not quite…normal,” he stated. “That, mellonen, would depend on one’s definition of normal,” Thranduil responded dryly, eliciting a more genuine smile from the other elf. “Trust me, Thranduil, this situation is not normal in any sense of the word,” Elrond said soberly. The king was intrigued. “What do you mean?” he asked. Elrond looked at Thranduil, wondering whether he should tell him about the twins or not. Finally, he said, “My sons are soul-mates.” If Elrond had thrown a punch at him, Thranduil would not have been more surprised. “Soul-mates?” he echoed disbelievingly. “Aye. Their souls are two halves of one; for so long they have been brothers that they find it difficult to realise that they are destined to be more than just that.” Thranduil took a long gulp of the miruvor, trying to take in what Elrond had just told him. “Where are they now?” he finally asked. Elrond shook his head. “I do not know. Neither of them has been seen since yesterday.” The king pondered this for a moment. “How do you feel?” Elrond gave a slight shrug. “It matters not what I feel, mellonen. I have known of the destiny of my sons, as has Galadriel, for more years than I care to remember. What matters is how to try and help them deal with this.” “And I thought my son’s sudden betrothal was startling news,” Thranduil said, shaking his head. “There are those in Mirkwood who will not like his choice,” Elrond warned. “I know,” Thranduil admitted. “Not to mention the wrong sex. However, I have always known of Legolas’ preference for ellyn, and for me it is more important that my son be happy. While the news of his betrothal did surprise me, I am more than pleased. Lindir is the perfect choice for him. But you have my word that I will protect Lindir from those who seek to try and discredit him and make him feel unwelcome. Not to mention they would have to answer to Legolas as well, for he is more than protective of those he loves.” “Considering who his father is, that does not surprise me,” Elrond said, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Thranduil chuckled. The two elves then sat in silence, temporarily lost in their own thoughts. “What of your sons?” the king finally asked. “I can do no more except be there for them, should they need me. The rest, I am afraid, is up to them.” ************************ Elvish translations: ellyn – male elves mellonen – my friend *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Married to an Elf Part 21/25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Elrohir Rating: PG Summary: The twins go and see their father. Genre: Romance Word count: 786 Warnings: None Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 1 Jul 2006 – ‘threesome‘; 23 Sep 2007 – ‘concentrate’; 29 Sep 2007 – ‘prompt’; 14 Oct 2007 – ‘bridge’ ************************ “Has anyone seen either of my sons?” Elrond’s question was met with shakes of the head from a number of elves, leaving the elf-lord wondering anew where Elladan or Elrohir could be. He sensed that *something* had happened – the tension, the need to tread carefully seemed to have disappeared. And earlier that morning he had seen Galadriel walking in the garden with a more than contented smile on her face, and hope blossomed cautiously in Elrond’s heart that finally his sons had accepted their new roles and were stepping forward united into their future. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Elrond contemplated the day ahead of him. He and Erestor had gone through the revised treaty negotiation the previous day, though not without the advisor adding his usual acerbic comments. After a particular stinging attack on a section of the treaty, Elrond merely said ‘welcome back’, leaving Erestor more than a little perplexed by what he saw as a rather odd comment. Looking down the table, he noticed that Thranduil, Legolas and Lindir were sitting together, talking amongst themselves. Elrond was not surprised. The king had taken every step possible to assure Lindir that he could not be more pleased with his son’s choice, and was looking forward to welcoming him to Mirkwood when the time came for Legolas to return, bringing his future mate with him. And Thranduil had extolled the musical virtues of Lindir, wasting no time in laughingly informing Elrond that it would be Imladris’ loss and Mirkwood’s gain when the minstrel made his home in Taur-na-Fuin. Elrond bore Thranduil’s jesting with equanimity; nevertheless, he knew that Lindir would be sorely missed by the residents of the Last Homely House. However, none of that answered the question as to where his sons were. Getting up from his chair, he began making his way out of the dining hall to his study. Whether he liked it or not, he had to deal with the revised treaty, and knew he needed to concentrate on making sure that all parties were appeased. “Elrond.” Erestor’s voice was quiet, but there was an underlying sense of urgency. “What is it?” “Elladan and Elrohir are in your study.” Elrond’s eyes widened slightly. “How do they appear to you?” he asked carefully. Erestor gave a brief smile. “I think you will find they are at peace,” he said softly. “Now go; they are waiting for you.” Elrond did not need to be told twice, but hurried down the corridor. When he reached his study, he paused momentarily, hearing the murmur of voices on the other side. He took a steadying breath before opening the door and stepping inside. “You came quickly; Erestor was more than prompt in finding you, it seems.” Elladan’s voice held a note of laughter, and Elrond almost sighed in relief in hearing the welcome sound. It had been too long since he had seen a smile gracing the face of either his sons, or heard their laughter. “I take it all is well?” he asked hopefully. Elladan and Elrohir shared a look. “We have resolved our differences, and are more comfortable with our destiny,” Elrohir replied, his smile gentle. “May one enquire…?” Elrond tentatively began, before it dawned on him what exactly it was that had eventuated between his sons. For a moment, he was shocked. He had not anticipated that they would act in such a fashion so quickly. Then he realised that it was probably the *only* action his sons could have taken – it was either all or nothing. In the end, there was only one thing he could say: “I am glad that all has worked out well.” “So are we, Adar,” Elladan said quietly. The three elves stood for a moment, silently contemplating each other. Then Elrohir spoke. “I understand Thranduil has arrived to attend Legolas’ betrothal ceremony with Lindir.” “He has,” Elrond confirmed. “He is currently with Legolas and Lindir as we speak.” There was a mischievous gleam in Elrohir’s eyes as he turned to Elladan. “He is more than comely, is he not?” he said. Elrond’s eyes widened at his son’s words. “Aye, he is indeed,” Elladan replied, lips curving into a smile. “I wonder if he would agree to a threesome?” Elrond’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his sons walked out of his study, their conversation purely about the merits and attributes of the Mirkwood king. Then his face broadened into a smile. Not only was his quick-witted and sharp-tongued advisor back but so, it seems, were his sons. They may have now become lovers, but their wit and mischievousness had not left them, and Elrond began tackling his work in a much lighter frame of mind. ************************ Elvish translations: Adar – father Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*