Title: No Regrets
Author: Crystal Dragon (crystaldragon_79@msn.com)
Rating: NC-17
Series/Sequel: No
Pairing: Haldir/Rumil
Summary: Rumil confronts his brother about his feelings before the battle of 
Helms Deep.
Warning: Incest, Character Death
 
 
No Regrets
 
 
Haldir walked in silence through the throng of mortals, eyeing them critically 
as they prepared for a fight they all knew deep in their hearts they would not 
survive. Boys, barely strong enough to lift the swords they had been given 
much less draw back a warriors bow and fire. Old men who had spent most 
of their lives sowing fields rather than on the field of battle.
Even with the addition of the elven warriors now positioning themselves 
along the great wall of Helm’s Deep their number would probably not even 
reach five hundred strong. Five hundred against ten thousand…
His words had been brave when he spoke before King Theoden, stating that 
the elven warriors from Lothlorien were proud to fight along side men once 
more. When Lady Galadriel had asked for volunteers, to travel to Rohan in 
aid to honor the allegiances of old instead of to the shores of the undying 
lands, they all knew it would be to their deaths. 
He looked upon the faces of those he had known for literally centuries. 
Those he might never look upon again. He wondered if the men understood 
the sacrifice they had made in coming here? If they truly understood? 
Mortals who sooner or later would all have to face death, whether it was this 
night or decades from now.
Yet every elf here had the choice to travel west, immortality in the Undying 
Lands, instead they had chosen to come here. To aid a people who had all 
but forgotten about them. To fight, and die, beside them once more…
"Haldir…"
Haldir froze mid step when he heard the soft voice behind him, a voice he 
knew all too well beloved to him above all others. Yet to hear it now filled 
him with a dread he had never before known. The watch warden of Lorien 
turned, willing that his ears had deceived him and his eyes would prove it 
so, but it was not to be.
Before him stood his youngest brother, Rumil, clothed in the same shining 
armor and dark blue cloak as all the other elves were. Though at some point 
he had removed his helmet, holding it underneath one arm looking suddenly 
so young. Much as he had when he was only a child, having been caught 
doing something he was not supposed to.
"Rumil…" Haldir breathed, his tone still not quite believing what his ears 
and now his eyes told him. His brother could not be here… he could not 
be… he had left them in Lorien. He had ordered them to remain… where they 
would be… safe… "Orophin?"
Rumil nodded slightly, confirming that his other younger brother was indeed 
there as well.
"He is here. We had decided not to tell you… until it was over. We did not 
want you to have more on your mind to worry about. But… if something 
happened… I could not bear the thought of you finding out afterwards. 
Please, do not be angry…" Rumil said softly, certainly too softly for anyone 
else around them to hear but the elder elf heard loud and clear.
Haldir could not become angry even if he wanted to. There was too much 
pain in his heart at that moment to become angry. Too much fear. He felt 
choked by it. It was true that his brothers were also Galadhrim. Perhaps the 
finest under his command and it was not simply an older sibling’s pride that 
made him think so. They had fought by his side protecting the borders of 
the fair Golden Wood for centuries, yet… this was different. Never had they 
faced such odds before. Never had there been such a certainty for death.
The elder elf stepped forward, placing his hands on the other’s arms, the 
telltale signs of tears stinging behind his eyes. Tears shimmered in the 
younger’s as well, never had he seen his brother so close to tears before. 
Haldir had always seemed so invincible, like nothing in the world could 
possibly touch or harm him. Yet when faced with the prospect of loosing 
that which was dearest to his heart, he was as vulnerable as the rest of them.
"Why?" The older brother asked softly, already knowing the answer but for 
some reason needing to hear it from the other’s lips.
"The same reason you came here… and more. Because we could not leave 
you to face this alone…" Rumil replied, stepping into his brother’s arms that 
finally opened to embrace him fully. Uncaring of anyone else around them as 
Haldir hugged his younger brother tightly as if by doing so he could keep 
him from all harm. That if they just remained like this perhaps they would all 
survive what was to come.
"I love you, Haldir…" Whispered the sweet voice and the older elf pressed a 
soft kiss against the golden hair that shown silver in the soft pale moonlight.
"I love you too, Rumil." Haldir answered yet was surprised when his brother 
suddenly pulled back, looking him deeply in the eyes. Realization slowly 
dawning in Haldir’s as he stared into his brother’s beautiful jade green and 
all too expressive eyes. Rumil loved him… as a brother certainly… and as 
more. "Rumil…"
"I just wanted you to know…" The young elf whispered softly, hesitantly, 
as if expecting rejection. Moving as if to step from the easy embrace he and 
his brother had always shared until now.
Haldir recovered from his initial surprise quickly then, his arms tightening 
around the younger and pulling him close once again. His lips descending 
this time to brush against the younger’s, soft and sweet, yet hardly chaste. 
Not the kind of kiss brothers would share, but lovers.
"Haldir…" Rumil gasped softly, his eyes fluttering closed when he felt the 
warm breath against his face a second before he felt the soft pressure of the 
other’s lips. Gentle as he always knew they would be, perfect… His own lips 
parting of their own accord, tasting his brother’s rich flavor as Haldir 
accepted the silent invitation. A soft wet tongue darting out to taste, first 
his lips and then inside and the young elf moaned softly. His own tongue 
twining a little hesitantly with his brother’s, moaning again, this time in 
disappointment, when Haldir pulled away.
The older elf looked at the younger with something akin to wonderment, his 
hand coming up to caress the smooth flawless cheek as if he were afraid 
Rumil was merely an apparition that would fade like the morning mist if he 
touched him. But the soft skin beneath his fingertips was warm and all too 
real, filling him with a bittersweet joy mingled with sorrow.
"You are… untouched." Haldir breathed in sudden realization, causing the 
younger elf to blush a charming pink. Yet Rumil nodded, confirming his 
brother’s suspicions.
Haldir suddenly became all too aware that they were not alone standing 
here. That the men around them, and even some elves were looking at them 
a little strangely. The elves surprisingly more so than the men, for they knew 
the two to be brothers, where the men did not. Certainly if they had been 
caught in Lorien sharing such intimacies it would be more than a little 
frowned upon. Yet here, on the eve of battle in a foreign land, literally hours 
away from almost certain death there was only sadness in their kinsmen’s 
eyes. Even so, Haldir thought perhaps they should continue this 
conversation somewhere far more private. He owed his younger brother that 
much.
"Come with me…" The elder elf whispered softly, taking the younger’s hand 
gently with his own and leading him quickly through the twisting passages 
between the keep and the great wall. Heading towards the stables, knowing 
that they would be virtually empty of people at this time for the horses 
would not be needed during this battle, and there were far more preparations 
to take care of before the orcs arrived. Preparations he should be taking part 
of… and yet… he could not possibly send Rumil away to join the other 
elves getting ready for battle. Nor could he concentrate on anything else 
until this conversation was completed.
He simply had to see it through… this was one time where there may not be 
a ‘later’ to put matters off to. Now was all they had…
Rumil followed without a word as Haldir led them into the stables, and 
indeed they were empty save for the horses, some of which raised their 
heads when they entered while others ignored them completely. His brother 
led him into one of the stalls that looked as if it had not been used for a very 
long time, the walls high enough that no one would see them unless they 
were right outside the door. That’s when Haldir turned to look at him again 
and for a long time the two simply looked at one another, saying nothing.
It was perhaps a first for them both. Never had the two of them ever been 
uncomfortable in the others presence before, or at a loss for words. Though 
certainly neither had been in this kind of situation before either. When they 
finally moved, it was almost as one, the elder’s arms coming up to embrace 
the younger elf as Rumil buried himself against his brother’s strong chest. 
His fingers tangling in the rich red cloak Haldir wore while the other’s 
fingers carded gently through his brother’s soft fine hair.
"Do you love me, Haldir?" Rumil whispered softly against the other’s neck, 
earning him a soft press of his brother’s lips against his forehead.
"You know I do." Haldir answered immediately, holding his little brother a 
little tighter.
"I know you do… but I mean…"
"I know… I know…" Haldir whispered before Rumil could continue, and 
they stood again in silence while Haldir tried to think of how to answer. 
Knowing that really, he could only answer honestly. "I have never 
considered it before, Rumil. We are brothers…"
Rumil nodded slightly in understanding. In fact he understood far too well. 
It was the reason why he had never spoken of such things until now, even 
though he had loved Haldir from afar for centuries. Ironic perhaps, the one 
person he was closest to, the one he loved above all others, was forbidden 
to him.
"If… if I was not your brother, could you love me?" Rumil finally asked 
hesitantly. At that, Haldir finally pulled away a little, taking his little 
brother’s face between his hands looking at him intently.
"You are my brother, Rumil… and I do love you." Haldir said firmly, leaning 
forward to brush a soft and gentle kiss against the other’s lips. An innocent 
kiss, one that siblings would share, before pulling back to look at the 
younger again. "I will love you always. Yet if you ask me if I find you 
beautiful… if you ask me if I could desire you…" Haldir kissed him again, 
this time far from innocent.
Rumil gasped as his lips were taken and devoured. His body growing 
suddenly hot as if his brother was pouring liquid heat into him from that one 
point. One of his brother’s hands slipped behind to cradle his head gently 
as the other slid down his body, pulling them even closer together. That hot 
talented tongue swept into his mouth again and the younger elf accepted it 
eagerly as it twined with his own. Probing and stroking, coaxing him to 
respond. Soothing and patient all at once.
The young elf gasped desperately for breath when his lips were finally 
released, his fingers clutching at his brother’s cloak even tighter and 
gasping again as those lips began to trail over his jaw to his ear. Nibbling at 
the tender lobe gently.
"Oh gods… Haldir…" Rumil whispered breathlessly as the tip of his ear was 
teased with gentle little licks and nips. Pleasure shooting up and down his 
body like little sparks of light filling him utterly and making him grow 
painfully hard. "I… I wanted you… to be the first…"
Haldir finally released the sensitive skin he was teasing, blowing a little over 
the wet tip of the other’s ear and smiling faintly when he felt Rumil shudder 
in his arms again.
"I know." The elder elf whispered softly, placing a soft kiss against the 
tender skin of the other’s neck, just beneath his jaw. He had known from the 
moment Rumil had first told him he loved him. That was one of the reasons 
the younger elf had sought him out. A last chance… for confessions… for 
love… that would be all but forbidden under any other circumstances. Haldir 
pulled back to look into his brother’s beautiful emerald green eyes, now 
dilated with passion and need. He could not ever remember seeing a more 
beautiful sight in all of Arda. 
"Whatever happens tonight, Rumil, I want you to know… I will never regret 
this night. This moment…" Haldir whispered, claiming the younger elf’s lips 
again as he drew him close once more. Carefully laying them both down 
upon a soft bed of hay, covering his brother’s body with his own.
Rumil allowed his thighs to slide apart to allow his brother to settle between 
them, gasping softly when his lips were finally released and deft sure fingers 
began working at the various ties, fastenings, and buckles that held his 
clothing and armor together. Haldir cursed the fact that there was no way 
they could remove all of their clothing for this, knowing well how long it 
would take to do so and then of course to dress once again. Even though he 
had seen his younger brother’s beautiful body many times in the past, he 
would now miss out on the chance to see that pale perfect skin flushed with 
passion and damp with sweat. He would not be able to run his hands over 
his trembling slick muscles or kiss and lick his sweet nipples until they were 
hard and aching and younger elf was begging for him.
The last of his brother’s ties on his leggings finally came free and the older 
elf began tugging them down, urging Rumil to lift his hips to make it a little 
easier and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against the pale tender skin 
where his brother’s thigh met his body.
Regardless he was not about to make this a rushed or hurried affair. This 
was not some random tryst before battle to relieve tension as he knew 
probably many of their other comrades were probably indulging in when 
time permitted. This was his brother. His pure sweet little brother he had 
taken care of and loved with all his heart since the moment he had been 
born. When his father had first laid the beautiful little bundle in his arms and 
he first heard that beautiful name. When those bright green eyes had 
opened and those little fingers had tangled in his golden hair, and he had 
leaned forward to press the gentlest kiss against the little forehead and the 
soft dusting of hair that matched his own.
He had sworn then he would always love and protect that perfect little one, 
with his own life if it came to that. Just as he had when Orophin had been 
born centuries before. This was his brother’s first, and he would make it 
beautiful for him no matter what. Fingers tangled in his hair once again, and 
Haldir looked up at his brother with a soft smile. Staring into those beautiful 
green depths that were once again looking at him with such pure love and 
complete adoration. Elbereth, did he even deserve this?
Rumil wondered briefly what his brother was thinking of as he looked at him 
so, yet before he could ask those soft lips kissed him again. Fluttering a soft 
trail of kisses over every inch of his lower abdomen as Haldir slowly eased 
his leggings further down his hips. Gasping when his now hard and 
straining need was exposed, shivering as his brother’s warm breath ghosted 
teasingly over the slick head.
"Haldir…" The younger elf breathed and shivered again. He almost couldn’t 
believe this was really happening. For so long it had been all that he had 
hoped for. All he had ever dreamed of… now it was happening. His brother 
was making love to him. The only one he had ever wanted to touch him in 
such a way. He would not die a virgin…
Haldir looked up at his younger brother and smiled again. Pushing the dark 
material of his brother’s leggings down until it bunched up somewhere just 
above his knees, then sliding his hands back up along the smooth soft skin 
of his hips while he carefully kissed his way up the even softer skin of his 
inner thigh. The elder elf’s tongue darting out to lick along the tender seem 
of the younger’s leg. Gently nuzzling the soft velvety sacks at the base of 
his brother’s cock, inhaling his sweet clean scent.
The younger elf arched, his fingers tightening a little in his brother’s hair, 
his teeth pressing into his already kiss swollen lower lip in an effort to 
silence himself. Sweet Elbereth he never knew it would feel so good, such 
simple touches making his body nearly burn with need. Tremble like a leaf in 
a storm.
The elder elf pulled away slightly, yet still remained close enough that every 
word he spoke his breath brushed teasingly over the younger elf’s hard and 
weeping flesh.
"No, don’t. I want to hear you, Rumil. I want to hear your pleasure. I want to 
hear you call my name as I pleasure you. When you come…" Haldir 
whispered softly and Rumil finally let an unrestrained groan of passion slip 
past his lips. He felt sure he could come simply from those words alone, and 
he was not prepared for the sudden feeling of his brother’s soft warm 
tongue sliding over the head of his cock. Swirling around, gathering the 
drops of dew that had already seeped from the tip before flicking in the small 
slit searching for even more.
Rumil’s eyes rolled back in his head and he forgot how to breath, his fingers 
tightening even more in that long golden mane that spilled over his bare 
thighs, yet his brother continued to lick at him. His tongue sliding from base 
to tip over and over. Kissing him everywhere. Nuzzling the soft fleshy sacks 
at the base of his penis, taking each into the hot wet cavern of his mouth 
and sucking gently as Haldir’s strong hands held his hips down to keep him 
from bucking from the intense pleasure. His thumbs gently stroking the soft 
sensitive skin where his inner thighs met his body.
The younger elf almost didn’t realize it when the intimate touches ceased, 
though he dimly thought he heard his brother chuckle softly.
"Rumil, breath." He heard his brother say, his voice tinged with amusement 
and finally the young elf drew in a gasping breath, spots dancing in front of 
his eyes a moment from the sudden burst of oxygen and he blushed as he 
looked down into his brother’s laughing eyes. Haldir chucked again, 
brushing another gentle kiss against his younger brother’s stomach. His 
fingers continuing to stroke the soft skin of the other’s thighs while Rumil’s 
body calmed a little from the overload of new sensations. 
"Do you want to continue?" The elder elf asked when the trembling of his 
muscles had finally eased a little. Smiling again at Rumil’s immediate and 
vigorous nod. "Alright, just remember to breathe this time." The elder elf 
said with a wink before dropping his head again.
Rumil blushed again, but giggled softly, the gentle sound shifting into a 
beautiful mewling whimper as the elder elf’s tongue teased the tip of his 
cock again. Kissing the head of his shaft gently before those sweet lips 
parted to slowly take him in. Haldir’s tongue explored every inch of the 
other’s stiff flesh as it filled his mouth, swirling over every curve. Savoring 
the rich taste of the younger elf and the feel of the strong pulse along the 
sensitive underside. So warm. So alive.
Haldir’s grip on the other’s hips lessened slightly, encouraging his brother 
to thrust gently into his mouth as he slowly took him deeper. As deep as he 
could go. Until he felt the head of his brother’s shaft pressing against the 
back of his throat. His nose nestling into the silky golden curls at the base 
of the younger elf’s sex. Moaning around the thick length and swallowing 
rhythmically as he slowly pulled back till only the head of his lover’s shaft 
remained in his mouth. His tongue sweeping over the swollen tip, savoring 
the exotic taste of the younger elf’s seed that leaked generously from the 
stiff member. He knew the younger elf would not last long like this, but that 
was just fine, he was determined to see his beautiful younger brother come 
more than once before this encounter was over.
He took his brother’s shaft into his mouth again, feeling Rumil’s hips thrust 
up at the same time and he allowed the movement. Letting the stiff flesh 
thrust between his lips while he continued to lick and suckle on his 
brother’s length with an eagerness he had never before shown to any of his 
previous lovers. Rumil cried out his brother’s name every time he was taken 
deeply into that tight wet heat. His head thrashing from side to side, his long 
pale golden hair becoming tangled with small bits of hay. His body trembling 
with a leaf as he tried to keep himself as still as possible, so that he would 
not buck too sharply and accidentally hurt his brother.
He could feel the heat building in his lower body, threatening to burst free. 
Like a nova it waited to consume him utterly. Haldir could feel it as well. The 
tightening in his brother’s body, the way his testicles drew up, preparing for 
release. He sucked harder, his fingers reaching down to caress the soft 
velvety sacks lovingly. He heard Rumil cry out sharply above him, his whole 
body arching as if struck by a bolt of lightning, and as much as he wanted to 
feel and taste his little brother coming down his throat he forced himself to 
pull away just as the thick juices spilled forth. Bathing the younger elf’s 
stomach with his sticky sweet seed. His hands caressing the trembling 
thighs soothingly, easing his brother gently down from the intense 
experience, even though he himself was breathing almost as heavily as the 
younger elf.
When Rumil finally laid there spent and relaxed, his muscles now only 
trembling faintly in small pleasurable aftershocks the elder elf slid back up 
the length of his brother’s body. Laying down beside him gently and 
pressing their lips together in a long deep kiss, letting the younger elf taste 
himself within his mouth. He felt the younger’s arms wrap around him, his 
fingers once more gripping tightly in the rich red velvet cloak he wore and 
the elder elf pulled away, fluttering soft sweet kisses all over the beautiful 
sweat slicked face.
"Haldir… Elbereth that was…" The younger elf breathed, pressing himself 
as close as possible to his elder brother’s strong warm body.
"That was perfect…" The elder finished, kissing the younger again while his 
fingers slowly played over the tender skin of his brother’s abdomen. Trailing 
lightly in the still warm pools of the younger elf’s seed against his stomach. 
Slicking his fingers liberally with it. "It was absolutely perfect. You are 
perfect… you are so beautiful, my brother… its not over yet…"
Haldir claimed the younger elf’s lips again in a soft slow kiss, while his 
fingers wet with his brother’s own essence slipped lower. Tenderly probing 
at the tight puckered entrance before slowly and carefully pressing one 
finger inside.
The younger elf mewled beautifully again, his head falling back and his 
thighs spreading even more, welcoming his brother’s touch deep within his 
body. Even the slight penetration was a little strange and uncomfortable but 
he certainly was not about to ask Haldir to stop. It was what he had always 
wanted, he felt as if he had lived his whole life for this. His hands clutched at 
his older brother’s shoulders, soft needful whimpers spilling unheeded from 
his kiss swollen lips as the finger swirled inside him, preparing him. Gasping 
sharply when it touched a place deep that made flashes of light shoot off 
behind his tightly closed eyes and his body quiver in exquisite pleasure.
"Ai… Haldir… I love you…"
Haldir smiled, teasing his little brother’s lips with his own as he carefully slid 
a second finger inside him. Thrusting in and out of the tight puckered 
entrance carefully in a gentle scissoring motion. Treasuring each needful 
gasp and shiver of pleasure that coursed through Rumil’s body.
"I love you too, my brother…" He murmured gently, their lips still so close 
their warm breath mingled sweetly between them. Soft pleasured gasps 
punctuated by gentle kisses and soft licks. When the younger elf’s hips 
began to move, taking his fingers in deeper he finally added a third. 
Swallowing the loud keening cry that spilled unheeded from his little 
brother’s lips with a deep kiss. Feeling the tight inner muscles clench around 
his fingers hard, and he stilled the motions inside the younger’s body. 
Kissing him gently over and over and murmuring soft soothing words 
between each soft press of his lips. Only beginning to move once again 
once the muscles began to relax once more. "That’s it… relax…"
Rumil let out a shuddering breath. The addition of his brother’s third finger 
into his body had hurt more than he had expected, yet even as the pressure 
began to ease it still remained far from comfortable, and his brother’s shaft 
would be much larger than the three fingers inside him… But he had heard it 
could be like this, the first time.
"Haldir… please… I want to feel you inside me… make love to me…" The 
younger elf whispered, his fingers drifting down his brother’s body to 
gently cup Haldir’s hard length of flesh through his leggings, hesitantly 
caressing his stiffness. Haldir groaned softly at the gentle innocent touch, 
his eyes fluttering shut a little simply enjoying the sensation for a few 
moments more before he gently let his fingers slip from his brother’s still 
tight body.
Gods, he was still so tight… He knew there was really nothing more he could 
do to make it easier from his little brother. Just to go as slow as possible to 
avoid hurting him.
They worked together at the ties and buckles on his own clothing, after a 
few moments of fumbling and gentle laughter his flesh was finally freed. 
Rumil wrapped his fingers around it gently without hesitation, wanting to 
feel the proof of his brother’s desire for him and the elder elf moaned deeply 
at the pleasurable feeling of his little brother’s fingers slowly stroking his 
aching need. He smiled down at the young elf and kissed him gently. 
Carefully urging Rumil to turn a little on his side, and spooning up behind 
him, knowing this would probably be the easiest position for them both.
He kissed the back of his little brother’s neck as his fingers gathered up the 
last traces of the younger elf’s essence from his soft skin and then spread 
himself with it. Their combined fluids enough to slick his own cock 
sufficiently. Satisfied, one arm wrapped gently around his brother’s body 
holding him securely while the other positioned himself against the prepared 
opening.
"I love you…" The elder elf whispered again, tenderly kissing the younger’s 
ear as he slowly began to press inside.
Rumil cried out softly in pain as his muscles instinctively tensed to resist the 
penetration, his eyes clenching tightly shut against it. Yet his brother’s 
movements immediately stilled, going no further, waiting for him to relax 
once more. Murmuring soft reassuring words into his ear and fluttering soft 
sweet kisses over every inch of skin he could reach.
Gradually the young elf’s muscles began to unwind and he felt Haldir move 
again. This time he bit his lip to keep from crying out again, determined to 
endure the pain, yet the elder elf only moved a little before stopping again. 
His free hand gently caressing the younger’s quivering body, the soft 
reassuring litany of whispered words never ceasing. Then that hand 
wrapped around his flesh that had grown somewhat soft from the pain and 
began to stroke him.
Warmth began to spread through the younger elf as his body slowly began 
to react to the pleasurable touch. His body relaxing once more, the pain 
easing to more of a dull throbbing, and he felt his brother move again. The 
tight ring of muscles finally giving away, his lover’s flesh slipping slowly 
inside to fill him, and the young elf moaned again. This time not in pain.
It took every ounce of Haldir’s will to go slowly and allow Rumil’s body to 
adjust to the new sensation. The younger elf clenched around him so tight it 
was almost painful. Elbereth he was so hot. That velvety heat clenching 
rhythmically around his cock was almost his undoing, and when he was 
finally fully inside the elder elf let out a long shuddering breath he had not 
even realized he had been holding. Pressing another soft series of kisses 
against the younger elf’s neck, effectively to distract himself as well as 
Rumil while he waited for the younger elf to relax a little more before he 
began to move inside him. He would rather take his own life before he 
inadvertently caused his younger brother harm.
Finally he felt the younger elf push back against him and he knew he could 
hold back no longer. Slowly withdrawing almost half way before carefully 
pressing back inside, cradling his brother against him with one arm while the 
other continued to play with the younger elf’s now stiff flesh. Repeating the 
gentle motion several times, the sweetest torture he had ever had to endure 
before, but for Rumil he would endure anything.
When those sweet needful gasps of pleasure began to rise in volume, and 
the younger elf’s hips began to move to meet his gentle thrusts, the elder elf 
finally gave in and began to gradually increase the pace and force of his 
movements. His own voice joining Rumil’s pleasurable cries in a sweet 
chorus every time he buried himself deeply inside his little brother’s body. 
Making sure to hit that sweet spot with every deep penetration. 
Rumil’s body arched, tilting his head back desperate for his brother’s kiss, 
and Haldir sealed his own lips over the others. Kissing the younger elf 
hungrily, never one to deny his little brother anything. His tongue moving in 
tandem with the motions of his hips. His fingers continuing to tease his 
brother’s taunt flesh in time with his deep thrusts, tightening around the 
thick shaft, swirling around the leaking head and spreading the dew 
gathered there to ease the movements. Small shudders of pleasure began to 
ripple through the younger elf’s body, mirrored in Haldir’s own and he knew 
neither of them were going to last for much longer. 
Then the younger elf let out a surprisingly loud shout of pleasure that even 
managed to startle a few of the horses, his body arching in the elder elf’s 
arms and crying out his brother’s name as his seed began to spill hotly over 
his stomach a second time and the fingers that still moved over his pulsing 
flesh. Haldir cried out as well when the younger elf’s body drew up even 
tighter around him, and a second later he was spilling his own essence 
deeply into his younger brother’s body. Clutching each other in every way 
possible through the emotional storm that accompanied their mutual release, 
as if the two of them were suddenly all that existed in the world.
Eventually the shuddering of their bodies eased, and the two simply laid 
there on the soft bed of hay they had shared their pleasure. The elder elf 
drawing his cloak around the younger to ward off the chill of the night air. 
Still locked together in the most intimate way possible, each unwilling to 
move, or hardly even breath, afraid to break the perfect moment between 
them.
As it turned out it would be neither of them that ended it, but the soft sound 
of someone clearing their throat outside the stall door.
Both Haldir and Rumil turned to see Orophin standing there, smiling at them 
gently if a little sadly. Seeming unsurprised and far from upset at the state he 
had discovered them in. The elder brother immediately began to wonder just 
how long he had been standing there, but then decided it didn’t really 
matter.
"Aragorn has been looking for you…" Orophin said softly, the words 
sounding almost like an apology, and in a way they were. For being forced 
to break this last moment of peace his brothers had found before the battle, 
but each of them knew there was nothing that could be done about it. Haldir 
nodded and carefully withdrew from his little brother’s body as Orophin 
opened the stall door and came inside.
Helping his two siblings to clean themselves up and refasten their clothes, 
none seemingly embarrassed about doing so. They had been together for 
too long, and were too close for there ever to be any shame between them. 
Once Haldir was fully dressed once more he rose, looking down at his two 
brothers with a tender expression. Meeting first Rumil’s eyes and then 
Orophin’s. A silent question and answer passing between the two older 
siblings, and Orophin nodded. He would watch over their younger brother.
Haldir then turned back to Rumil but found he could say nothing, not even 
‘I love you’, for he felt if he said anything now it would seem too much like 
‘goodbye’. Instead he reached down and brushed the backs of his fingers 
tenderly down the younger elf’s cheek. Rumil leaned into the gentle touch 
and the elder elf let it linger for but a moment before finally pulling away and 
leaving his two brothers behind in the empty stall. 
Not looking back once over his shoulder. Not wanting to even consider that 
would be the last time he might see his two siblings together alive.
*
The battle was not going well. More correctly it *had* been going as well as 
one could have expected, that was until the sudden explosion that had 
rocked the Deeping Wall. Haldir’s ears were still ringing from it, yet he had 
been lucky enough not to be standing on the section of wall that had been 
destroyed. Unlike many of his fellow elves who he knew had been crushed 
underneath the showering of rocks and rubble. His heart mourned each time 
he had seen one of his people fall, yet he had fought on. Even as the tide 
slowly began to turn as their only true defense against the orcs was 
breached.
He had watched his comrades, his friends, fall around him as they tried 
unsuccessfully to hold back the seemingly never ending wave of orcs that 
flowed over and through the wall. Sometime in the night he had become 
separated from Orophin and Rumil, yet he had little time to focus on the near 
mind numbing fear in his heart that something might have happened to his 
brothers. There was no time for anything except to fight. To somehow hope 
enough of them would live through the night until morning when Gandalf 
was to return, hopefully with aid.
The watch warden of Lorien heard Aragorn calling for them to fall back. He 
acknowledged the future king of men as well as he could given the situation 
and slowly began to pull back his archers on the wall. It was only then that 
he began looking for Rumil and Orophin in earnest, yet still he did not see 
them. The others were pulling back, but he knew he could not until he had 
found them. He could not leave them behind! No matter what!
That was when it happened. A split second of inattentiveness, but it was 
enough. He felt the blade of the orc sinking deeply into his side. Felt the 
pain like a fire raging through his blood, yet he still managed to throw the 
orc off of him that had wounded him. Using its own knife to stab it through 
the neck, killing it. His fingers pressed against his side, feeling the warm 
rush of blood spill over his hand. Then he saw them… and froze…
Images played before his vision like in a waking dream. Like he had heard 
some experience before they died, watching their entire life in a few split 
seconds. Only he did not see his own life flashing before his eyes… but the 
last minutes of his brothers.
Orophin’s body laid twisted and broken under a heap of rubble, he had been 
crushed by the falling rocks when the wall had come down, probably killing 
him almost instantly. At least that was a small blessing, that his brother had 
not suffered much in his final moments. Rumil had not been so lucky… His 
youngest brother’s body lay not far away from their other sibling. He had 
probably seen what had happened to Orophin and had desperately gone to 
try to help him, even if it would have done no good. But the amount of orcs 
that had poured through the opening in the wall would have been too much 
for anyone to hold back on their own. The younger elf’s body had been 
stabbed repeatedly, now lying in a pool of his own blood and mud from the 
heavy rain. Yet still the beautiful face was covered in it, from where his 
throat had been cut open finally, nearly decapitating the younger elf. Still he 
laid with one arm almost reaching out towards Orophin’s body. As if even 
while he was dying he had still tried to reach his older brother… how far had 
he managed to crawl before finally succumbing to death as well?
Haldir no longer felt the pain in his body. Everything had gone cold and 
numb in that instant his eyes had first fallen on the bodies of his two 
beloved siblings. His vision swam slightly but he did not cry. The pain he 
now felt in his heart overshadowing everything else, too intense to be 
expressed by mere tears.
Rumil… Orophin…
He felt the cold blade of the orc’s ax coming down across his back, 
multiplying the pain in his body a hundred fold but still it did not compare to 
the anguish inside. He fell to his knees but his eyes never left his little 
brother’s sweet face. Still beautiful even in death…
 
The elder elf almost smiled. Even as deaths cold fingers wrapped around him 
as well, slowly leading him away. The sounds of battle fading away to 
nothingness.
He had no regrets. Not one…
His body fell back into waiting arms, but it was not the face of the future 
king of Gondor he saw as his eyes stared up blankly. Instead he saw 
beautiful green eyes, looking down at him full of life and love. A beautiful 
face, framed by long golden hair that fell around him like a halo of gold.
Rumil… I love you…
I love you too…
 
The End
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