TITLE: WET HEAT AUTHOR: Jenni-Digdigil E-MAIL: (elennf569@rogers.com) PAIRING/THREESOME: Elladan/Elrohir/Erestor RATING: NC-17 BETA: Alex. Thank you for your help. SUMMARY: PWP. What can the students teach the master? WET HEAT March 7, 3019 Third Age On the borders of Imladris a soft rain fell. It was steady and relentless, and after a while, water ran in thin rivulets down the rocks into the valley below. Elladan and Elrohir were soaked to the skin. They had been scouting the edges of their realm for Orcs, accompanied by a party of rangers that included Glorfindel and Halbarad, with some of the other men of the Dunedain. It was early March, the rainy season, and the rangers awaited further orders from Elrond as they bore the depressing weather with impatience and some measure of fatigue. The Lord of Imladris was sequestered with Erestor and his other councilors, studying their defensive plans, and as they strategized, Elladan, Elrohir and the others kept diligently patrolling the borders. “Come, we should take shelter!” cried Elladan to his brother. He could see Elrohir disappearing into a nearby stand of trees. “In a moment!” Elrohir called. “I thought I saw movement in here!” Elladan turned his horse in his twin’s direction in order to give him backup if needed. Presently he heard Elrohir’s voice. “Oh, damn! I’ve got one!” He sounded perturbed. Elladan’s worried expression quickly turned to one of curiosity. Why would Elrohir sound upset that he had felled an Orc? “You’ve got an Orc?” he called out. There was a brief silence before Elrohir replied in a low voice: “No – ah – I am hard.” “Gods, Elrohir, no!” cried Elladan, putting a hand to his head in exasperation. “Not now!” He urged his horse to a trot and entered the thicket where his brother sat beneath a large willow, protected from the rain by its large canopy of drooping, thick-leafed branches. Elrohir was naked and splayed out on the damp ground, gripping his hard length in his right hand. Elladan slid off of his horse and joined his twin beneath the tree. “What a time to get an erection!” he admonished his brother, and he quickly began to disrobe. Elladan and Elrohir had a peculiar shared habit that they satisfied often. They could produce sudden spontaneous erections anywhere, at any time. And when it happened, they needed each other in order to come to fulfillment. This happened sometimes in inappropriate places, and this was one of those times. Elrohir panted with lust as his brother lowered himself beside him, his body glistening from the wetness of the rain, his hair slick and plastered against his muscular upper torso. His grey eyes flashed dark under their heavy fringe of wet, black lashes. Elladan lowered himself to his knees and laid a hand upon Elrohir’s thigh. He sighed and said, “I will stroke you first, and then you can do the same to me.” “Why don’t we stroke each other together?” asked Elrohir. “And that way we can save time. It is a bit dangerous to do it here because Glorfindel or one of the others may come along and find us.” “Very well,” said Elladan and lay down beside his brother, the full length of their bodies touching along one side. He reached over and grasped Elrohir’s hard length and Elrohir did the same to him. The twins had never made love to each other, though both of them had thought about it often. Once, Elladan had watched Elrohir bathing in the river and had been struck by the attractiveness of his twin’s body. Realizing that he was identical only served to pique his curiosity. He noticed every detail: from the beauty of Elrohir’s silky raven tresses to his slim yet muscular body, long legs and amply endowed sex. He wondered for a fleeting moment whether making love to Elrohir would be like making love to himself and that concept excited him. He usually thought of that whenever he and Elrohir brought each other to climax by hand, and the excitement of those thoughts always drove him mad with desire. But since that time at the river, Elladan had taken a lover, and he thought of his lover as he lay stroking and being simultaneously stroked by Elrohir. Erestor, their father’s scribe and chief loremaster, had been Elladan’s recent lover, and both had kept this fact a secret from everyone. Even Elrohir did not know. Often Elladan and Erestor did not find much time to spend together and their trysts were too few and brief because of their fear of discovery. Elladan sighed as he thrust his hips upwards, pushing his hard shaft insistently into his brother’s hand as he thought of Erestor’s ruby lips upon him, licking and sucking lustily and bringing Elladan to a hasty, feverish climax. He groaned loudly as he came into Elrohir’s hand. He had not realized that he had stopped stroking his twin and Elrohir propped himself on one elbow and regarded Elladan curiously. Elladan shuddered in the aftermath of his climax, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. “Of what were you thinking, brother?” asked Elladan finally, opening his eyes and looking at Elrohir with a startled gaze. “Well, to start with, you have left me in this state, unfulfilled,” Elrohir said, fingering his own stiffness, “and then you writhed and moaned beneath my touches as never before. You were like one who is missing his lover and dreams of him.” Elladan blushed hotly. “That is my business, not yours,” he said, and reached for his clothes. “Wait a moment!” cried Elrohir, his hand still clutching at his groin. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Just then, through the steady rain, the twins heard the sound of nearby twigs breaking and jumped to their feet. They did not know whether friend or enemy approached, but they did not wish to be seen by either. Suddenly, Erestor appeared before them, pushing aside the long willow branches and entering their makeshift shelter. “Greetings. I bring news from your father – oh!” he cried as he saw them standing naked before him and stopped speaking. Then he laughed when he saw that the twins were nude and that one was soft and the other was hard. “Oh my,” he said, his red lips twisting and twitching into a sardonic smile. “What has happened here?” And he looked pointedly at the still-aroused Elrohir. Elladan blushed hotly. “Never mind, Erestor! Now go away! What we are doing is no concern of yours!” “Oh?” asked Erestor. “Is it not? Fine.” And he turned to leave. “No, wait, Erestor,” said Elladan. “Why are you here? And how could you have possibly found us in this wilderness? Where are Glorfindel and the others?” Erestor turned back to the twins and raised his hands in a gesture of exasperation. “I tried to tell you that your father has sent me with a message for you,” he replied. “And I saw your horses just outside this thicket, so it was easy to conclude that you were herein. And I know not where Glorfindel and the others are. I did not see them.” “I don’t believe you,” said Elladan, his face red. “No, it is true. I didn’t see Glorfindel and the others. I know not where they –“ “No, no, not that!” cried Elladan, becoming more agitated and starting to pace while running his hand through his tangle of wet hair. “I don’t believe that Father sent you!” “Elladan,” said Erestor in a soothing voice and approached the agitated Elf with his hands outstretched, “I have a message from Lord Elrond. He asks that you return home as soon as possible. He has a new assignment for you.” “No!” cried Elladan. “I BELIEVE the message, but I don’t believe that he sent YOU to deliver it! Why would he send his valuable second-in-command and a non-warrior, into the wild? I believe that you have come here in place of someone else – the true messenger!” “And why would I want to do that?” Erestor asked, moving closer and speaking in a low voice. He put out a hand and touched Elladan’s bare arm, then moved it upward in one graceful motion to caress his cheek. “Aha!” cried Elrohir suddenly, who until now had kept silent, but had been following the strange conversation with suspicion. He was still semi-aroused. He stared hard at Elladan, who was standing still as stone in the rain, with one hand upon Erestor’s raised arm, turning his cheek into Erestor’s hand that was still upon Elladan’s face. They were each staring into the other’s eyes and Elladan had sprouted an enormous erection. “It is Erestor! Erestor is your dream lover!” he cried. Both Erestor and Elladan turned, startled, to face Elrohir. “He has caught us out,” sighed Erestor, and he looked at Elladan with longing. “How long has it been –“ Elrohir started to ask. “Going on?” Elladan finished. “Not long. And very infrequently. Too infrequently, in fact.” Erestor nodded in unhappy agreement. Elladan leaned against Erestor’s shoulder and Erestor slipped an arm around his waist. “Er – Elrohir –“ said Elladan. “Would you mind –“ “Leaving you alone?” Elrohir completed the question. “Well, I don’t think that’s fair,” he complained. “You have left me unsatisfied.” Erestor gave Elladan a surprised look. “You and your brother have --?” he began to ask. “No, no,” said Elladan. “We get mutual erections. We have always had them,” he explained, “simultaneously. And we always help each other come to completion when it happens.” Erestor raised his shapely eyebrows. “Really? How interesting,” he said. “Yes, and this time Elladan has left me without bringing me to completion,” complained Elrohir. “Poor thing,” said Erestor, and he looked as if he were devising an interesting plan. He began to disrobe, removing first his cloak and hanging it upon a dead branch that stuck out at a right angle from the main trunk. That would ensure that the cloak stayed dry. Next he removed his heavy black robe and hung it over the cloak. Then he took off his tunic, leggings and boots, carefully hanging up the first two and placing the boots against the tree trunk where they would remain protected. Once this was done he turned to face the twins. Elrohir, who had never before seen Erestor in all his glory, gasped and stared appreciatively. “Erestor, you are beautiful,” he said as his glance took in Erestor’s long, slender body, his lack of bulky muscle, lending an ethereal appearance to his pale form. Everything about him was in perfect proportion but slightly more elongated than the average Elf’s. “So are you,” purred Erestor. “Come to me, Elrohir.” He gestured to his lover’s twin. He turned to Elladan and gave his arm a little squeeze of reassurance. When Elrohir came closer, Erestor wound his arm around his waist and leaned up to give his cheek a brief kiss. “Have you ever made love to each other?” he asked. “No, no,” said Elladan, shaking his head. “Oh no,” said Elrohir, peering past Erestor to give Elladan a quick questioning glance. Erestor looked carefully at each of them. “Would you like to?” he asked. The twins stared at each other. “Would you like to make love to me, Elladan?” asked Elrohir. Elladan sighed. “Erestor –“ he said. “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, my love, please trust me,” said Erestor, and pulled Elladan’s face to his, a hand entwined in his dark, silky hair, drawing him into a sultry kiss. It lasted for several minutes, during which time Erestor slid his hands from Elladan’s hair down his back to stroke his buttocks and pull his hips closer to Erestor’s groin. Erestor wriggled beneath the stiffening presence of Elladan’s arousal pressing against his belly. Elrohir, watching them, began to whimper and supported himself with one hand pressed against the tree trunk. The other hand was clutched around his hardening shaft, moving up and down its length, his gaze fixed on Erestor’s twitching buttocks. Erestor broke his embrace with Elladan, turned to Elrohir, and holding Elladan by the hand, pulled him toward his twin. He positioned them until they stood side by side and then placed his hands – one of each – on each twin’s chest and stroked their hard muscles simultaneously. “Now turn toward each other,” he purred, “and touch each other as I just touched you.” The twins placed their hands on each other’s chests and felt each other’s pectoral muscles with avid curiosity. “Very good,” said Erestor, “now play with each other’s nipples.” The twins obeyed and Erestor began to nuzzle Elrohir’s neck and took each of the twins’ free hands and placed them on his hips. Elrohir began to moan and slide his hand down the curve of Erestor’s backside. Erestor lifted his head and placed his lips upon Elrohir’s, tracing their full curves with the tip of his tongue. Presently he broke the kiss and then guided the twins to kiss each other. “Kiss and use your hands. Feel how smooth and hard your bodies are,” he instructed them. “While you touch and explore the hot skin beneath your fingers, think that you are both identical. Because,” he purred as he moved to embrace them both, “you are one and the same.” Erestor hugged them with his arms around both twins’ hips, and moved his hands down the smalls of their backs to cup their buttocks and push them even closer together. The twins began to kiss each other with frenzied passion, groaning into each other’s mouths. Elrohir’s hands were about Elladan’s neck, holding his face firmly in place while he ravaged his lips with his mouth. Elladan held onto his brother’s wrists while his knees buckled under the passion of the kiss and the feel of his twin’s body against his. Erestor reached between them and took hold of Elrohir’s erection, giving it a few strokes before he carefully pulled it up into position where it rested upright against Elladan’s stomach. He grasped Elladan’s and stroked it fondly before placing it sideways along the sensitive line between Elrohir’s hip and thigh. Elrohir yelped as a stab of pleasure sliced through him. Elladan broke the kiss and threw his head back. “Oh, Gods, Elrohir! I must have you!” he cried. Erestor thought of many curses to utter at the still-falling rain as he looked frantically for a dry spot on which all three of them could lie. There were none. The ground was soaked, even the place directly beneath the willow was damp. Dashing to the tree, he grabbed all of his carefully arranged dry clothing and tossed them all out into the rain except his cloak. This he snatched away from the branch and spread it upon the driest part of the ground that he could find. When he turned back to the twins, he saw that they were gripping each other’s arousals and frantically stroking them and looked to be near climax as they continued to kiss each other with increased fervour, tongues and lips working feverishly together. “No!” he cried and rushed back to them. He pulled them apart and grasped a hand each. “Come and lie down,” he said. “I want you to have the full experience of making love to each other. I want to watch you together.” Erestor guided them to lie down on his cloak while he sat with his back against the tree to watch them. “Lie down on your back, Elrohir. I want Elladan to suckle you, as you said you have not yet had any satisfaction.” Elrohir looked at Erestor, his eyes glazed with lust as he lay prone upon the dry cloak. Elladan dropped to his knees beside him and stroked his smooth stomach, as Elrohir groaned with pleasure beneath his touch. Bending his head, tendrils of his wet raven hair dropping onto Elrohir’s stomach, Elladan took the tip of Elrohir’s swollen length into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head several times, tasting his brother’s rain- wet member, before plunging his mouth farther down its length. Elrohir whined in ecstasy at the sensuous feel of his brother’s touches, his warm mouth like a moist sponge against his throbbing need. His back against the tree and his hand feverishly stroking his own length, Erestor gasped, “That’s good…oohh…that’s good, Elladan. Now stop and tell me what he tastes like.” Elladan stopped and raised his head, his eyes closed while he considered. Elrohir whimpered at the loss of contact and grasped his own member. “Mmmm…warm rain mixed with jasmine,” Elladan said. “Jasmine?” Erestor asked with interest. “I must have a taste. Let me…” and he left his post against the tree, crawling rapidly toward the prone Elrohir. “Let me taste him and then I will return him to you.” And Erestor took hold of Elrohir’s member and began to lick and suck, and swallow all the tiny drops of fluid that leaked from the rosy tip with his full red lips until Elrohir screamed. “Stop! No! Erestor! I shall come undone!” he cried. Erestor stopped abruptly. “Mmm…jasmine…” he said huskily. “No, you must not come yet,” and he stretched forward along Elrohir’s body to place a tender kiss upon his lips. “Elladan, my love,” said the scribe, “now I want you to receive your brother. Get on your knees.” Elladan did as he was told and Erestor took Elrohir’s hands and pulled him up to a kneeling position. “Move behind your brother,” he said. “Now, Elladan, bend forward on your hands and knees. Good. Elrohir, I want you to come forward and lick your fingers to wet them, then insert them into your brother and open him fully to receive you. Elrohir did so and Elladan moaned as he felt his twin’s fingers invading him. He turned his head to look at Erestor, and Erestor bent to kiss him. “When you are ready, Elrohir, then enter him and love him long and hard. But first,” he said, “I am going to lie beneath you, Elladan, so I may kiss you and take you in my hand while your twin is taking you from the rear. Does that sound like a good idea?” Elladan nodded and whimpered as he gazed into Erestor’s eyes. Erestor positioned himself so that he was lying on his back, his body spread out sideways, his face underneath Elladan’s so that he could reach up to kiss his lips and stroke his erection at the same time. Elrohir entered Elladan, pushing in very slowly while holding him by the waist. Elladan cried out with a sharp little mewl of pain and pleasure, as Elrohir slid his length into his twin’s tight passage. Elrohir also gave a slight moan as he felt his cock sheathed by Elladan’s tightness. He dropped his head down between his shoulders, his long strands of hair touching the ground and some of the wet ends falling onto Erestor’s face. Erestor reached up and grasped the back of Elladan’s head and pulled it down so that Elladan dropped from his hands to balance on his elbows. A hiss escaped his lips, and Elrohir found that his twin’s passageway relaxed and loosened with the sudden change of position. He gasped and began to thrust harder inside his twin. Erestor lifted his face and sought Elladan’s lips with his own. He licked them and pushed against them with his warm tongue, and Elladan opened his mouth wide to devour Erestor’s lips and tongue in a fevered kiss. Erestor let go of Elladan’s head with his right hand and reached out to grasp hold of his erection. He stroked it slowly at first and then began to rub more rapidly, trying to keep time with Elrohir’s thrusts. He looked over at Elrohir and saw that his head was bent forward, his long black hair also falling in wet tendrils to his waist and stuck to his torso like ebony moss. Elrohir’s breathing was heavy and his gaze was bent upon Elladan’s backside as he drove his hard sex into his twin’s tight opening. Erestor let go of Elladan’s length for a second and cried, “Hard and long, Elrohir! Hard and long!” But soon Elladan cried out as Erestor’s strokes became stronger, and he could not hold back. With a great cry of “Elrohir! Ai!” he spurted his essence all over Erestor’s hand and stomach. “Ai! Ai!” he screamed, and in a few more strokes, Elrohir shouted, “Elladan! Oh, Gods!” and exploded his seed into his brother. He collapsed, spent, his dead weight on Elladan’s back causing him to topple forward on top of Erestor. They lay still for a few moments breathing heavily, until Erestor made strangled noises beneath them and wiggled his body to make them notice. Elladan rolled his twin off of his back and then sprawled to the side and away from poor crushed Erestor. The scribe sputtered and panted heavily until he regained his breath. “The two of you on top of me was too much,” he gasped. “You are much too heavy for my poor little body to support.” And he slid his hands down his chest toward his nether regions. Elladan and Elrohir looked down upon Erestor, who lay on his back upon his black cloak, one finger held between his parted lips. They were both struck with the same thought: that Erestor was beautiful, and the picture that he portrayed as he lay back on his cloak of midnight black was a breathtaking one. His hair, a rich dark brown as befitted his Noldorin blood, was spread out around his face in luxurious waves, framing its fine- boned beauty. His eyes were large and luminous and his lips provided one of the only two colours to the black and white portrait. They were as red as ripe cherries. The twins’ gazes followed Erestor’s own hand as it traveled from his mouth to one of his erect nipples, and he fondled the rosy nub before sliding his hand further down his long, elegantly sculpted torso to his delicately indented navel, pausing for a moment to finger its shallow curves before it continued on its way to circle the base of his shaft. There it stopped and he stroked his balls tenderly while his member stood hard and erect. “Oh, look at that, Elrohir,” whispered Elladan, becoming aroused again at the tempting sight. “We have not thought about pleasing Erestor.” “I do not think that we should forget about our old teacher and mentor, do you, Elladan?” asked Elrohir. “Mmmm…no…” replied Elladan, feeling quite lustful at the idea of he and Elrohir making love to Erestor at the same time. “You wouldn’t mind if I also made love to him?” asked Elrohir. “My beloved brother,” said Elladan, “after what the three of us have done together, I think that we can now share Erestor.” He glanced down again at the scribe. “That is, if you do not mind, Erestor.” “Mind?” Erestor said. “Of course I do not mind! Now what are you going to do to me?” “Mmmm…” purred Elladan. “Do you want it rough or tender?” “Oh!” Erestor exclaimed. “Rough, please. But don’t hurt me!” “Erestor, you have always been our master,” Elladan purred into his ear, taking the sensitive tip between his lips and sucking it, “but now my twin and I are going to master you.” Erestor whimpered. Elladan nibbled on his earlobe before releasing it and said to his brother, “Elrohir, please take him orally and work him into a frenzy, like I did with you. I will tend to his upper half.” Positioning himself on top of the scribe, Elladan lifted Erestor’s long arms above his head and pinned them to the ground with his stronger ones. Erestor gasped as Elladan lowered his head and took one of Erestor’s rosy nipples into his mouth, and twirled its hard nub with his tongue. At the same time, Elrohir knelt between his legs and pulled his hips off the ground. This caused Elladan to let go of the nipple that he had been holding in his teeth, and Erestor yelped with sudden pain. Elladan pushed his arms roughly into the ground and brought his face down to Erestor’s, taking his lips into his eager mouth and kissing them hard enough to bruise them. Elrohir positioned Erestor so that his buttocks were atop Elrohir’s bent knees and his legs were stretched apart on either side of his torso. He bent his dark head and took Erestor’s member into his mouth. He used his tongue to encircle the head and then lick down the underside of his shaft. Erestor squirmed and whimpered, but he could not cry out because Elladan had his lips pressed down too hard on Erestor’s. While Elladan kissed Erestor, he took both of his nipples between his fingers and played with them, pinching and tweaking them until Erestor arched his back and tried to turn his head. But Elladan kept the scribe’s lips crushed beneath his own. Elrohir began to suck more roughly, taking Erestor’s full length all the way into his throat in rapid, deep, thrusting swallows. Elladan suddenly released his mouth and Erestor shrieked, moving his head from side to side in painful ecstasy. “I said not to hurt me!” he gasped. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” said Elladan. “Flip him onto his side, Elrohir.” Elrohir released Erestor’s engorged member, red and glistening, from his mouth, extricated himself from beneath the scribe’s hips, and turned him onto his side. Elladan moved to kneel at the front of his body, while Elrohir lay down behind him, his head positioned behind Erestor’s buttocks. He spread Erestor’s smooth, white cheeks apart and kissed each of them before putting his tongue to the satiny cleft and licking all along its length. He spread his buttocks further apart with his hands until his tongue found Erestor’s opening and then he licked all around its circumference before inserting his probing tongue into its depths. At the same time, Elladan grasped Erestor’s member and began to stroke him slowly at first, then increased the speed, giving his length a tug and then releasing it. Then he started the procedure again: slowly at first, then faster. Pull and release. Erestor screamed, for when Elladan released him, Elrohir would plunge his tongue deep into Erestor’s tight passage. Presently they both released him. He was gasping and panting heavily, his usual white face flushed and perspiring. “Take him to that tree,” said Elladan, indicating a tall oak about sixty feet away. They stood. Both twins had hard, aching arousals, and gave each other pained glances as they lifted Erestor up by his arms and dragged him, limp and whimpering, to the oak. Elladan slammed Erestor against the trunk and pulled one of his slim legs up to wrap around Elladan’s waist. His buttock was pressed against Elladan’s hip, his upper back pushed into the tree. Then Elladan rammed his hard arousal into Erestor’s prepared entrance. Erestor screamed, “Ai!” Elladan began a series of thrusts, each one hard enough to drive Erestor’s back violently against the trunk. “Stop!” Erestor moaned, “Stop! My back! The tree is rough!” Elladan stopped and turned to look at Elrohir, who was stroking himself lustily as he watched Elladan ravish Erestor against the tree. “Elrohir, get behind Erestor!” Elladan ordered him, his voice husky. He pulled out of Erestor and dragged him away from the tree. He brushed bits of bark off of Erestor’s back and stroked the red marks that were streaked across his satiny skin. Elrohir moved behind Erestor and stood against the tree, encircling Erestor’s chest with his arms. He hugged him tightly, and nuzzled Erestor’s neck and shoulder with warm kisses to his cool flesh. Erestor hummed appreciatively. Elladan then placed his hands under Erestor’s buttocks and pulled his bottom half forward, positioning his legs around Elladan’s waist, until he was in a position for Elladan to enter him again. Elladan was hard as rock and thrust himself into Erestor savagely, causing the scribe to shriek from the sudden invasion. Elrohir held him tightly around the chest with one arm and Elladan pounded into him rapidly and relentlessly while Elrohir grasped his member in his other hand and stroked Erestor hard. “Ai! Ai! I am undone!” Erestor screamed. He came suddenly, jets of milky fluid spraying over his own chest, his head thrown back against Elrohir’s shoulder. Elladan finished as well, shooting his seed into Erestor’s depths with a final shuddering thrust. Then he released Erestor and both Elves fell to the ground in a limp heap of pale limbs and raven hair. Elrohir dropped to his knees and finished himself off while the other two kissed and whispered endearments to each other. “I am sorry if I hurt you, Erestor. I do love you,” crooned Elladan as he stroked Erestor’s cheek. “You didn’t hurt me. It felt good,” Erestor purred, while he pressed his lips to Elladan’s neck. “You are so flexible, Erestor,” whispered Elladan. “Your long legs can bend like the willow branches. I didn’t know that about you.” “Ai!” cried Elrohir as he came, spilling his fluids onto the ground beneath him. All three Elves looked upwards to the blue sky as they suddenly felt warmth upon their bodies. The rain had stopped and the sun had come out. All three burst into laughter as they searched for their scattered wet clothing. “It seems we have brought out the good weather again,” said Elladan while wringing out his sopping tunic and leggings. “Perhaps we should let our clothes dry beneath its rays before we dress and go to find the others.” “Erestor,” said Elrohir. “What was our father’s message?” “Oh,” said Erestor. “It was to return home right away. He wants to send you somewhere far from here.” “In that case,” said Elladan, “let us wait until our clothes dry. Then we can make love to each other all over again, for it may be a long time before we all see each other again.” The two other Elves came to stand on either side of Elladan and embraced him in solemn agreement. 1