Title: Distractions.

Author: Star Chaser- star_chasing_angel@yahoo.co.uk

Pairing: Orophin/Rúmil, implied Haldir/Legolas

Rating: NC-17.

Warning: INCEST

Summary: Will Orophin and Rúmil ever find a moment of
peace?

Disclaimer: Characters and settings belong to J.R.R
Tolkien, not me. I have merely borrowed them for the
purposes of entertaining those who dig Elf-slash.

Author's note: I couldn't help myself... Orophin and
Rúmil were most insistent that they deserved to have
as much fun as their brother.


Orophin and Rúmil sat in the quarters of their older
brother, Haldir and watched in their usual fascination
as he prepared himself for the evening. The oldest
sibling had found himself a certain degree of
notoriety in their woodland home of Lothlórien, his
skills in seduction no less honed than those with bow
and knife. Maid and male alike were drawn to the
handsome march warden, a fact that Haldir very well
knew and used to his own advantage. It was no wonder
to Orophin and Rúmil that their brother had developed
a fairly smug attitude. Some believed him to be
arrogant, but they knew he was merely confident. From
a young age they had idolised their brother and would
hear no ill word spoken of him. If his attitude ever
proved offensive, they would humble him with playful
chiding. 

“Tonight, my brothers,” Haldir said, “I reap the
rewards of a season of gentle wooing.”

Orophin discreetly rolled his eyes and Rúmil laughed
softly. Haldir gathered a handful of soft golden hair,
separating it into three smaller sections and wrapping
them into a long braid. The process was repeated
several times leaving Haldir with an intricately
constructed mane of hair falling around his face. He
draped a slate grey cloak about his shoulders and
turned to the two Elves seated upon the bed.
Rúmil smiled.

“Your braids give you an air of distinction, brother.”

Haldir smiled back, arching a knowing eyebrow.

“And the cloak,” Orophin added, “Is a wonderful
touch.”

“I thank you for your compliments, brothers. Now if
you will excuse me, my reward awaits…”

“I wish you good fortune in your pursuit,” Orophin
said with a laugh.

The march warden flicked his hair and turned to the
door.

“Again Orophin, I thank you, but it will not be
fortune that determines my success…”

“Rather skill?” Rúmil interrupted.

Haldir laughed heartily.

“Aye, little one. You may jest now, but it will not be
long until you both wish to exercise your own skills
in love.”

With a small chuckle, Haldir left the room. Orophin
and Rúmil merely laughed as the door closed behind
him.

“What a brother we have,” Orophin sighed as he rose
from the bed. He fetched himself and Rúmil a cup of
water before returning to his brother’s side. The
younger Elf was tugging idly at the end of one of his
braids. His own hairstyle was somewhat sensible
compared to Haldir’s, with just one braid along each
side of his head. He concluded to himself that this
was because his hair was styled for practicality, not
sensuality. Realising that Orophin was looking at him,
Rúmil’s attention was brought back to the present. The
older Elf handed a cup to his brother.

“Haldir is probably right. You will be next to become
the master seducer, I suppose,” Rúmil said.

Orophin snorted indignantly.

“Haldir underestimates me. My interest turned to such
matters some time ago.”

Rúmil’s face showed genuine surprise; full lips fell
apart and perfectly arched eyebrows rose slightly.
Orophin smiled, lowering his gaze with sudden
bashfulness. 

“And by whom was your interest entertained?”

Orophin was silent awhile, embarrassed that the truth
did not live up to his boast.

“’Twas nothing, a mere few kisses…”

Rúmil giggled.

“Do not be coy, Orophin. A few more kisses than I have
shared, I assure you.”

“Ah, but you are yet young, my brother. In time you
will come of age and no doubt be a threat to Haldir’s
prowess!”

The two Elves laughed.

“But will you not challenge Haldir before I?” Rúmil
smiled. “You already have a head start!”

Orophin lowered his soft blue eyes.

“I am different to you and Haldir,” He began. “I have
seen eyes following the handsome and noble older
brother and I have seen eyes enchanted by the fair and
gentle younger brother. The same eyes find great ease
in passing over I, Rúmil.”

When Orophin raised his gaze again, he was met with a
face full of emotion. Rúmil was a vision of innocence.
His large eyes were of a darker blue than his
brother’s and always seemed to sparkle. His shy
temperament meant that high cheekbones were often
painted with a blush. Rúmil was beautiful, even with
his brow knitted into a frown as Orophin saw him now. 

“You speak words of foolishness, brother. You do not
see the eyes of others upon you for you are modest.
They are looking. Many are feasting, in fact.”

Orophin laughed softly, touched by his brother’s
attempt to comfort him. He had become accustomed to
his role as the middle child many years before,
however. It was true that Haldir was looked upon
fondly for his role as the march warden and Rúmil was
equally admired for his beauty and thoughtfulness.
Orophin was seen merely as their brother, reliable and
friendly, but rarely anything more.

“Worry not about me,” he said. “Fortunately I am not
as preoccupied with love and its many pleasures as
dear Haldir.”

“Until a short time ago I did not care for such
matters at all. Alas! Time is catching up with me.
Although sometimes it is forgotten, I am no longer a
child.” Rúmil said, a slight hint of regret in his
tone.

“Aye, you speak the truth. Sometimes we do speak to
you as though you were still an Elfling…” Orophin
replied.

“Will Haldir ever tire of addressing me as ‘little
one’ I wonder?”

“And will I forever be seen as merely the brother of
Haldir and Rúmil?”

The brothers fell into silence for some time. Orophin
stood again, pacing about the room and picking up
Haldir’s possessions, absentmindedly leafing through
books and inspecting garments and weaponry. Rúmil
drained his cup and sat watching his brother with a
pout fixed upon his lips.

“A fine pair we are!” Orophin finally broke the
silence with a quick joke. Rúmil smirked as Orophin
gently chuckled.

“Indeed,” The younger Elf continued. “Our brother is
out indulging himself in pleasures that we are
strangers to and all we can do is sit and mourn!”

They both laughed long and loud. Orophin returned to
the bed and sat beside his brother, pulling him into
an embrace.

“How lonely I would be without your company,” He
whispered into the fine honey coloured hair. Although
he had turned elsewhere for companionship, he had
never found with another Elf the compassion that he
shared with his younger sibling.

“My dear Orophin,” Rúmil whispered back. “Your
sentimentality is almost sickening!”

The older Elf was about to laugh but was stunned into
silence as he felt himself being pushed to the floor.
He grunted as he landed on the hard wooden panels of
the talan [1], the body of his brother following
promptly and crushing him. Rúmil laughed merrily as he
and Orophin began to wrestle as they had done so
frequently as Elflings. Rúmil was only just slighter
in build than Orophin, but he made up in speed what he
lacked in strength. The pair were both still dressed
in their grey tunics and leggings from their watch
along the northern marches of Lórien earlier that day.
With their long golden hair falling haphazardly about
their faces, it would have been difficult to determine
one Elf from the other as they grappled upon the floor
of Haldir’s chamber. Sudden bursts of laughter
punctuated the sounds of heavy breathing and
struggling as Orophin gained the upper hand, shifting
so that he trapped his brother beneath him. He laughed
again, but Rúmil remained silent. To the younger Elf’s
horror, an unwanted feeling had seized him. As he had
told Orophin, time was catching up with him. Rúmil had
found that he had recently begun to feel new
sensations that, although not entirely unpleasant,
were difficult to control. It had led to some
embarrassing situations, but nothing like this. He
understood that the thoughts he had of others were a
natural consequence of age, but Orophin was kin. This
was not the first time that he had looked at him in
such a way. He started to fight back wildly, desperate
to get away lest his brother feel the hardening
between his legs that was become more apparent by the
second. Shame and panic raced through Rúmil, the look
on his face not helping to disguise his obvious
distress. As much as he struggled, the younger Elf
knew that he was at his brother’s mercy. Orophin was
sitting astride Rúmil’s thighs and pinning his arms to
the floor, the whole weight of his body acting as a
restraint.

“I congratulate you, Orophin. Victory is yours,” The
younger sibling said in a strained voice.

Orophin looked down at Rúmil, quickly sensing concern.

“Worry not, brother,” He attempted to joke. “Had we
been duelling with knives, you would have had a blade
to my throat in moments.”

The captive Elf feigned amusement, desperately trying
to avoid drawing attention to his dilemma. 

“Orophin,” He croaked. “Please release me.”

“Of course,” The older Elf replied, but even as he
moved his leg brushed against the one beneath him. He
would not have noticed but for the ragged moan that
escaped his brother. Orophin’s eyes darted to back to
Rúmil. The younger Elf could not keep his gaze. 

“Rúmil,” Orophin whispered, unable to cease staring at
the obvious swell inside his brother’s leggings.
Rúmil’s face burned with shame and embarrassment. 

“Do not be ashamed,” The older Elf continued. “You are
just at that time in life…”

Rúmil finally raised his eyes, an indecipherable look
resting there.

“No, it’s… it’s you, I think.”

Orophin drew back, startled. 

“Do not be foolish, Rúmil,” He muttered. His words
contradicted his actions as he turned back to his
brother. Curiosity had ensnared him. The young Elf
lying before him was flushed and wide-eyed. He was
dangerously alluring, inviting him to answer the
questioning voice in his mind. Despite every warning
that called out to him, Orophin leaned across Rúmil
and brushed the light hair away from his face. Their
eyes fixed on one another and the younger brother
sighed slightly. Orophin could not deny that familiar
desires, long suppressed, were awakening within him.

“Please, Orophin…”

“Should we? Is this right?”

A delicate hand rested upon the back of Orophin’s
head, guiding him closer.

“Let me show you how it feels, so that you might make
your own decision.”

Their faces were so near that Orophin felt Rúmil’s
lips move with speech against his own. He was shocked
but somehow grateful for his brother’s boldness. Rúmil
pulled the older Elf to him, his hand weaving into the
thick hair, a paler colour than his own but no less
soft. They kissed a few times, tentative lips slightly
parted. A feeling of warmth erupted inside Rúmil,
followed by a desire for more. Orophin quickly
recognised his own pleasure, shifting his body so that
he lay above his brother, mouth seeking more of the
same fulfilment. Before long, Orophin had captured
Rúmil’s open mouth and was enticing his brother’s
tongue to twine with his own. Rúmil moaned into him
and they finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

“I see then that you have made your decision?” The
younger Elf quipped.

“Rúmil…” His brother sighed in reply, hands reaching
beneath his tunic. Cool fingers danced across warm
skin and Rúmil moaned again, squirming slightly
beneath Orophin. Their mouths met again, hungrily
searching for their satisfaction this time, each Elf
becoming more familiar with the sensations. Orophin
broke away and swiftly removed his tunic before
tugging at his brother’s. They sat facing one another
then, legs entwined and hands running over skin in an
exploration. Rúmil caught Orophin’s nipples between
his fingers and pinched them into hardness. He watched
his brother’s eyes flicker momentarily and, heeding it
as a sign of approval, allowed his mouth to repeat the
action. Orophin traced the line of Rúmil’s spine with
one finger, and then let his hands rest at the bottom
of the younger Elf’s back. He cupped Rúmil’s rear and
pulled him into his lap, chests resting against one
another and the hardness of their shared arousal
meeting. Orophin began to grind his hips and, feeling
himself begin to quiver, Rúmil soon started to mimic
the action.

“Rúmil,” The older Elf breathed. “I have desired this,
desired you…”

“And I, dear Orophin. It was never enough that you
were my kinsman and friend. I have been haunted by
these feelings…”

Rúmil spoke earnestly, admirable innocence shining in
his wide eyes. The vision almost broke his brother’s
heart.

“Hush now,” Orophin murmured. “Let us cease this and
find peace in my chamber.”

Rúmil seemed suddenly concerned, teeth capturing his
full bottom lip and chewing thoughtfully.

“Do you not wish to find your satisfaction this
night?” He questioned.

Orophin smiled, smoothing the hair upon the other
Elf’s head.

“I have found satisfaction enough for now. All I ask
is that you will allow me to hold you in sleep and I
will find the joy of an age in merely awakening with
you on the morrow.”

Rúmil blushed as he climbed to his feet. The brothers
left Haldir’s quarters and, hand in hand, made for
Orophin’s dwelling. The night had been taxing and they
found themselves weary, slipping into the bed and
sharing a quiet embrace. Rúmil smiled to himself,
silently appreciating Orophin’s consideration. It
would have been foolish for them to have been hasty.
Now that they had voiced their feelings, they had an
eternity to share them. The younger Elf curled around
his brother, the warmth of touch telling of the safety
that Orophin would supply, now and always.

* * *

Orophin was the first to awaken with the dawn’s light.
He and Rúmil both had a watch that day, but he allowed
his brother to sleep on awhile, merely delighting in
watching him as he now was. Lips were slightly parted,
gently drawing in air before expelling it in soft
sighs. There was a trace of a smile caught there also.
Orophin wondered if it was thoughts of him that had
caused it. He could not help but touch, two slender
fingers gliding across a pale cheek. Eventually, he
bent his face to his brother’s and placed a tender
kiss upon the tip of the delicately upturned nose
before him. Rúmil stirred and murmured gently.

“Rúmil,” Orophin breathed. “Open thy eyes, brother
mine. The day is arrived and duty awaits.”

A deep groan escaped Rúmil’s throat.

“A curse upon duty and this day for arriving so soon!”

Orophin laughed gleefully.

“You have always had the temperament of a surly Dwarf
in the early hours.”

Rúmil shifted, turning towards his brother with a
small smile. The delicious burn of lust had returned
so suddenly in him that he wondered if it had ever
left.

“I merely feign an ill mood, Orophin. What grief could
possibly hold me this day? I would ask one errand of
you, if I may?”

The older Elf smiled softly.

“Name it and it shall be done.”

Rúmil moved closer, his eyes hazy.

“I have awoken to find myself faced with the same
predicament that troubled me last night, it would
seem. Now I would find my satisfaction, if you would
but aid me.”

Orophin laughed raucously.

“By the Valar! If any Elf did ever see you as an
innocent, surely he was deceived!” 

Rúmil made no reply, merely moved closer and pressed
himself to his brother’s lean body. Orophin sighed,
his hands moving beneath the covers. He let his
fingers trace teasing patterns upon Rúmil’s thighs and
hips before claiming the hardening shaft in a cautious
grip. The younger brother immediately cried out and
arched his hips forward, the sensation all too intense
after his previous denial.

“Yet who am I to refuse you this indulgence?” 

Orophin’s softly voiced question went unanswered;
Rúmil’s attention focussed solely on the mounting
tension in his body. Cries of pleasure spilled from
his lips, hushed words of yearning filling Orophin’s
ears.

“I am close, brother…”

There was a sudden knocking upon the door of Orophin’s
quarters, followed by the calling of a familiar voice.

“The sun rises high in the east oh lazy guardian!”

The two Elves upon the bed froze, breath catching in
their throats as they exchanged a look of dismay.

“Tis Haldir!” Rúmil hissed.

Orophin moved swiftly, throwing clothing to his
brother.

“Hold one moment!” He called out to the sibling
waiting outside.

In an instant the pair had straightened themselves
out, hoping that they had concealed any sign of their
actions mere minutes before. Orophin crossed the room,
inhaled deeply and opened the door. Haldir was
standing in the entrance, a broad smile gracing his
face. He nodded at the Elf before him and then saw
Rúmil also.

“Ah, good morning my brethren. I wondered at your
chamber being empty, little one. Did my idle brothers
sleep late together?”

The youngest sibling turned a shade of deep red as
Orophin stammered a reply.

“Aye. We spent many an hour in conversation. Time must
have escaped us.”

“Indeed. Let us tarry no further, then. The journey
will be made short as I regale you with tales of my
conquest!” Haldir laughed. His morose brothers
followed him from the room, sharing a look of despair.
It would be a long watch indeed.

* * *

Elves acted as sentries along the borders of
Lothlórien, hidden high amongst the leaves of the
mallorn trees. It was the turn of the march warden and
his brothers to make watch along the northern marches
of the wood for one cycle of the moon. Each day they
positioned themselves upon the telain [2], keen eyes
and ears ready to detect any disturbance that might
threaten the peace of their homeland. At Haldir’s
word, he and Orophin ascended into one tree together
whilst Rúmil accompanied another Elf to a talan close
by. Haldir had been light hearted as the guardians had
travelled to the border, but as he and Orophin settled
in their tree a silence fell upon them. The oldest
brother did not look upon his responsibility lightly.
Orophin sat beside him, thoughts distracted as he
gazed into a tree close by. Five armies of Orcs could
have patrolled by unnoticed, for all he saw was the
shining blue eyes of Rúmil staring right back at him.
Orophin began to conceive a plot in his mind for he
knew that he could not wait until sunset to be with
his brother again.

The other guardians looked upon Haldir’s judgement as
the final word on most decisions. The trust placed in
him was without question. If the march warden told a
guardian it was safe to leave his talan, it was
believed. It had become common practice upon Haldir’s
watch for a small number of guardians to take to the
forest floor and sweep through unseen as they surveyed
the area. Orophin knew of this and was quick to
volunteer himself for the task that day, knowing full
well that Rúmil would think likewise. Midway through
the watch, Haldir gave the word for Orophin to
descend, a slight wave of his hand signalling the
Elves in the next tree to do also. The message was
quickly passed and within seconds, a dozen sentries
clad in shades of grey began their inspection.
Orophin’s eye darted about from tree to tree,
searching for the one he knew was waiting. A sudden
glimpse of golden tresses caught his attention and he
stepped fleetly to the source. An arm stretched out
from behind the trunk of a mighty tree and the hand
seized Orophin, pulling him. The heat of two mouths
met as Rúmil giggled into the kiss, the urgency of the
situation causing sparks to dart down his spine. He
let a hand find it’s way into Orophin’s leggings,
groping at hot flesh and watching with delight as his
brother’s face contorted.

“Perhaps this time we will both find our completion,”
Rúmil whispered discreetly.

“Yes…” Orophin barely managed to breathe his response
as he followed his brother’s example. Soon the two
were leaning against one another, desperately seeking
release and attempting to hide the sound of their
breathing. Their discretion was shattered as Rúmil
took a sudden hold on Orophin’s testicles, tugging
lightly. The older Elf could not hold back the yelp
that the action elicited. Rúmil stared at him, a
familiar look of panic playing on his face. The
brothers backed away from one another knowing all too
well that their fellow guardians in a matter of
moments would surround them. Indeed, even Haldir
appeared immediately, fair face anxious. He looked
about, seeking a source of danger.

“What threat?” He asked in bewilderment.

Orophin sighed, an excuse forming in his mind. Several
of the other guardians had now arrived at the scene.

“My apologies, friends. I was merely startled by my
foolish brother here. Much has he to learn about this
practice!”

Haldir frowned. It was uncharacteristic for Orophin to
take fright so easily, though he would not put fault
past young Rúmil. Both were obviously embarrassed, so
Haldir quickly ushered the other Elves away, sparing
his brothers further suffering.

“Rúmil, return to your post. Orophin, follow me.”

Both did exactly as directed. When Haldir and Orophin
were back upon their talan, the march warden eyed his
kinsman suspiciously. Something was amiss and he was
determined to discover what. Haldir was usually loath
to speak whilst on watch, but a concern about his
siblings was cause for an exception.

“Are you troubled, brother?”

The younger Elf adopted a stance of nonchalance, a
feint smile playing on his lips.

“Nay Haldir. Why do you ask?”

“Your mind seems elsewhere is all.”

Orophin pretended to be fixated upon the feathered end
of one of his arrows, fingers nervously brushing it.

“I suppose it is, but all is well.”

“You are certain? You would tell me if it were
otherwise?”

Orophin smiled at Haldir. He knew that when the time
came for he and Rúmil to confess their love, Haldir
was one who would not question it or ostracize them.
He had always taken good care of his younger siblings
and they would be eternally grateful for it.

“It is well and you shall doubtless hear of it in
time. Now, let us silence ourselves lest we awaken all
of Mordor!”

Haldir smiled back unsurely, Orophin’s last cryptic
comment replaying in his mind. He did not appreciate
secrecy.

* * *

The rest of the watch passed peacefully and, as the
sun began to dip in the sky, the replacement sentries
for the night watch began to arrive. Rúmil sighed
deeply, thankful that the torturous day had finally
drawn to a close. He hastily scrambled down from his
talan and made for the tree that housed his brothers.
They soon joined him and the other guardians and the
party began to make its way back to Caras Galadhon.
Both Orophin and Rúmil were tired and eager to bathe
after the day’s exertions. Many of the other guardians
shared their wishes, it seemed as they made for the
bathhouse. Rúmil had been quiet since the watch had
ended. Orophin stepped into the steaming water of the
baths and approached his brother.

“Why do you hold your tongue?” He asked discreetly.

Rúmil pouted as he had in the midst of childish
tempers.

“I do not take kindly to being dubbed foolish before
my fellow guardians, especially by my own brother.”

Orophin looked regretful.

“Calm thyself. It was said without thought in a moment
of panic. You have my most profuse apology.”

“Aye, I thought as much. There are ways in which you
might prove your remorse.”

Orophin laughed slightly, the promise of an evening
with Rúmil cheering his spirits.

* * *

Behind closed doors once again, the two Elves were
able to disregard their inhibitions. Bodies lay bare,
curved around one another upon the bed. They kissed
leisurely, allowing themselves the time to fully
indulge their passion and discover the previously
foreign planes of one another. Both were still aching
for release, but were determined to take their time.
Rúmil was trailing kisses down Orophin’s chest when
there was a knock at the door. The older Elf sighed
loudly.

“It is beyond belief!” 

“Then do not believe it,” Rúmil lazily replied. “Then
it shall cease to be.”

Orophin shifted from beneath his brother, reaching for
his leggings.

“Nay, it may be of some importance. Clothe thyself.”

Rúmil did as was commanded, muttering under his
breath. When they had concealed any matter that might
raise suspicion, Orophin opened the door. Haldir was
leaning casually against the doorframe, his familiar
smile in place.

“I bring a summons from Lord Celeborn. We are to
attend a meeting at in his chamber.”

Rúmil appeared behind Orophin, a slight smile lighting
his face.

“Ah, little one! I find you here again. If I did not
know better, I would say that you were Orophin’s
shadow,” Haldir laughed, ruffling the hair upon his
youngest brother’s head. 

The three made their way to the great chamber of the
Lord and Lady of Lothlórien. 

“What news do you suppose Lord Celeborn has to share?”
Rúmil asked.

“It must be of a matter if great import for him to
summon us now,” Haldir replied.

“Aye, to interrupt this fair evening, I sincerely hope
that Lord Celeborn wishes to tell us of the largest
Orc invasion that Lórien has ever been witness to,”
Orophin retorted.

Other guardians were also arriving when the three
Elves reached the chamber. Lord Celeborn was dressed
fairly informally compared to his usual attire and the
Lady was not in attendance. For these reasons alone it
was apparent that the news was not of ill nature.

“I will be brief for the night wears on and the sky is
clear and perfect for star gazing,” Celeborn began. 

Orophin sighed. Even at his briefest Lord Celeborn was
able to draw out a meeting, forever poeticising as he
was.

“I trust you have glad tidings to share, my Lord?”
Haldir asked.

“Aye, Haldir. I merely wished to inform you that I
have received word that Prince Legolas of Mirkwood
will be travelling to Lothlórien for the summer
festival.”

The Elves in the hall were pleased by the news. Prince
Legolas had travelled to Lórien before and proved
excellent company. Haldir in particular was fond of
the Prince, the memories of their times spent alone
causing a smile to form on his mouth. Orophin,
however, was thoroughly disinterested at present. He
had been pulled away from his solitude for this? He
impatiently waited whilst Lord Celeborn continued his
announcement, dithering over the details. When the
Elves were finally dismissed, Orophin was ready to
sweep Rúmil up and away from the wood forever. He
would take his brother to Minas Morgul if it meant
five minutes of peace.

“Would you care to watch the stars with me this night
brothers?” Haldir asked.

“Nay, I think I would take my rest. I am most
fatigued,” Orophin answered.

“And I,” Rúmil added. “My body feels as though it had
been trampled by wild horses.”

“Very well,” The guardian smiled. “You must both take
your rest. I will see you on the morrow. I hope not to
have to raise your sleep filled heads again.”

* * *

“Ai! Why is all of Lórien out to prevent us from
finding our happiness?”

Orophin leaned against the door of his chamber after
he had secured it for what he hoped to be the last
time that day. Rúmil laughed lightly as he settled
again upon the bed.

“Do not torture thyself further, brother. Let us enjoy
the time that we now have.”

“Indeed,” Orophin said as he walked to his brother.
“For now I would happily ignore even the Lord and Lady
for you. This night I am entirely yours.”

Rúmil smiled, reaching out for the hand of the Elf
before him. He enclosed it in his own, brought it to
his face and placed a kiss upon the back. In turn, he
took each of the fingers into his mouth, suckling
gently as Orophin softly sighed. So soon these
sensations had become familiar yet no less delightful.
The older brother leaned the younger back on the bed
and sat across his hips. Once again, clothing was
removed, golden skin left bare to be covered with
feather light caresses and burning kisses. 

“I could be told a thousand times over that to love
kin is wrong, but I would never believe it while I
have you,” Orophin whispered before running his tongue
along the line of Rúmil’s ear, following to the slight
point at the tip. Rúmil could muster no answer, merely
moaned as lust overcame him. The fire inside him
roared, the constant denial of satisfaction driving
his need out of control. When Orophin kissed him, his
world dispersed. His feelings were all consuming.

“Orophin,” He finally breathed. “I have waited long
enough.”

“How would you find your pleasure, Rúmil?”

“I wish for you to make love to me. I wish to feel you
inside.”

Shock held the older Elf for a brief moment, but it
quickly gave way to curiosity and a desire to please
the one beneath him. Although unsure, Orophin wished
to gratify his lover.

“How should I avoid causing you pain?” He gently
inquired. Rúmil took Orophin’s hand again, repeating
his earlier deeds by moistening the fingers.

“Hold your speed,” He warned with a loving smile.

Orophin took a deep breath and slowly tilted the other
Elf’s hips. One inquisitive finger sought entrance as
he captured Rúmil’s gaze. The look there was
reassuring and hungry. The sounds of the Elf’s obvious
pleasure encouraged Orophin to continue, a second and
third finger joining in succession. Rúmil made a
strangled sound of frustration.

“Why do you torment me so?”

Orophin laughed. A bead of spilt seed had gathered at
the tip of his erection and he smoothed it down the
shaft now, preparing himself for Rúmil. The younger
Elf gave an encouraging nod and Orophin steadily moved
forward into him. They joined hands and twined their
fingers, breathing heavily. Rúmil whimpered
momentarily, the pain gradually subsiding and pleasure
breaking through. He tipped his head back and closed
his eyes tight, pushing down on Orophin. The older Elf
quivered, the feeling of enclosure taking his breath
away. Before long, their hips moved together, the pace
increasing as they yearned for climax. Rúmil captured
Orophin’s lips in a frantic kiss, his tongue reaching
ever further as his brother moved deeper within him.
When Orophin reached between their bodies to grasp
Rúmil’s erection, it was more than the younger Elf
could bear. He bucked his hips upwards, one final cry
escaping him as he released. Soon after Orophin
followed, his brother’s moans pushing him over the
edge. They lay together in an embrace, eyes locked as
they calmed themselves. Orophin’s face broke into a
smile as he chuckled. Rúmil’s eyes sparkled as he also
laughed, a warm feeling rising in his chest. He
stroked his brother’s face with his fingertips, almost
as though he was making certain that he was real in
his dream-like state.

“Orophin,” He breathed. “I must show you this
pleasure.”

“In time. Stay calm awhile.”

They lay in silence for a long time, lost in thought.
Orophin smoothed Rúmil’s hair and placed a small kiss
upon his head.

“We have found peace for one night at least,” He said
at length. “We will face many trials with time, my
brother.”

Rúmil looked up at Orophin.

“I would face any trial if my brothers were at my
side. Haldir will give us his blessing when we tell
him of our joy.”

“He has deciphered our secret for himself, I believe.
He knows us too well not to have.”

Rúmil laughed and the sound filled Orophin with joy.

“Then he will not be so surprised to rouse us at
dawn.” The younger brother said.

“Do you think we will be so weary as to sleep late
again?” Orophin questioned. There was a glint in
Rúmil’s eye. He smiled slyly.

“I will endeavour to make it certain.”


[1] a wooden platform built within a tree
[2] plural of 'talan'