Title: Healer
Author: Perdowen (m@perdowen.com)
Pairing: Rumil/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rumil has an accident, Orophin comforts him. Pwp.
Disclaimer: Characters, etc. belong to Tolkien.
Warning: Incest, extremely fluffy.
Authors Note: Please! Visit Author's Spiffy Website: 
http://www.perdowen.com

“Oww!” 

Orophin jerked his head up from where it lay on the stone bench, as he 
looked around quickly, searching for the source of the noise that has 
roused him from an afternoon doze. It has obviously come from an elf, 
though, a young one judging from the nagging, almost annoying squeal 
that accompanied it.

“Mmmmm! Oww!” it sounded again. Slowly, he swung his legs down from 
the stone surface, blinking his eyes and still quite dazed. Aye, Elbereth, 
thought Orophin, why do I bother? After gathering himself, Orophin 
listened again, keenly titling his head to the side to pick up the noise . He 
heard it again, a soft whimpering from somewhere close by....

He started down the winding path, around a great mallorn tree with 
sloping branches. It was only midday, though in Lothlorien, one could 
hardly tell; the surroundings were always slightly hazy and the bluish 
lights cast an eerie, yet pleasant glow, making one rather drowsy at 
times. Such as this. thought Orophin, putting a hand to his mouth as he 
yawned. He perked up his ears again, listening closely. The whimper 
seemed to have turned into a soft sobbing.

He peered around the trunk of a tree and his brow furrowed. It was Rumil, 
and he was sitting on the ground weeping like a child. Orophin assumed 
he must have hurt himself rather badly somehow, judging on the way he 
was carrying on. Orophin took a few paces forward; “Brother...?” Orophin 
asked softly approaching Rumil, “what ails you?” he might have broken 
something....

Rumil looked up at Orophin, a pitiful look in his eyes. Orophin’s own filled 
with concern as Rumil’s filled with tears. “Ouch.” he squeaked out, 
grasping onto his knee.

“Did you break something?” Orophin asked gently, reaching a hand out to 
wipe away a fresh tear as it slid down his brother’s cheek.

Rumil shook his head; “No. I was climbing this tree,” he pointed up, 
indicating the large mallorn, “and I fell down, and I hurt my knee!” Rumil 
wailed on and a fresh wave of tears began.

Rather than becoming irritated, though, Orophin smiled sympathetically at 
his brother who was sobbing once more. He then looked down at Rumil’s 
knee and noticed a spot of blood appear as it soaked through his cream-
colored leggings. Rumil looked down as well and began to cry harder: 
“You see? It hurts!” he looked so helpless. His pointed nose was dripping, 
his eyes red and leaking.

“Come brother,” said Orophin briskly, as he bent down further to gather 
up Rumil in his arms, cradling him like a child, “I will mend it.”

He stood up with Rumil in his arms whimpering like a child and now 
sucking on his thumb, something he had done since he was a child, his 
other arm wrapped around Orophin’s neck. Orophin set down the path to 
their talan and began the long trek up the winding staircase. This task 
alone was normally very simple, but Rumil was adding to the weight and 
his constant sniffing was a bit bothersome, but he was fairly light and he 
quieted considerably when Orophin bent his head and kissed Rumil softly 
on his brow, telling him to hush, sweet one, a name he had called him for 
years that always soothed Rumil.

By the time they had reached the top of the stairs Rumil seemed fairly 
content, though the stain on his leggings was growing significantly, but 
Orophin had no thoughts to point that out lest it start Rumil going again. 
Orophin pushed open the door to their room and walked inside, placing 
Rumil on the bed they shared together. Rumil sat on the edge, swinging 
his legs as they were hanging over the side. He gingerly lifted his injured 
knee up for Orophin to inspect. He kneeled beside the bed, looking up at 
his brother expectantly, who gazed back, smiling happily, obliviously.... 
After a few moments: “Oh! Oh, yes, right....” exclaimed Rumil who leaned 
back a bit and lifted his hips off the bed to remove the leggings. Orophin 
gave him a wry smile: “Thank you.”

While looking at Rumil’s knee, he felt the urge to laugh; yes, the skin was 
irritated and bleeding, but not much. Orophin sighed, and got to his feet. 
He walked across the room where a bureau in the corner sat, and opened 
the second drawer and gathered a bandage and some salve.

He returned to the bedside where Rumil sat, looking apprehensive. “Do 
not fret,” Orophin soothed, “this will be painless.” he reached a hand up 
and brushed a strand of hair behind Rumil’s ear. He leaned into the 
touch, craning his neck a bit and sighing as Orophin’s finger’s brushed 
and lingered on the pointed tip.

Orophin leaned close to Rumil’s face and pressed a kiss to his nose. 
Their eyes met and they both stilled for a moment, saying nothing, simply 
staring into each others identical silvery-blue eyes. Orophin leaned in 
again for another kiss, this one cleverly planted on Rumil’s lips but 
accidentally brushed against his wounded knee: “Mmmm!” his face 
contorted and he grimaced. “Forgive me!” Orophin said quickly, reaching 
for the bottle of salve.

“Be still, sweet one, and you shall feel no pain.” he tiled the bottle, letting 
the liquid drip down onto Rumil’s knee. He took the bandage and began 
wrapping it around, as Rumil persisted to whimper, tears threatening to 
fall once more. Orophin finished wrapping his knee up but remained 
where he was.

“Owowowow......oh.........oh, oh Orophin......” Rumil sighed deeply as 
Orophin’s fingers ran up a smooth calf, nails tickling slightly. Orophin’s 
hand moved further upward bypassing the injury to slowly caress Rumil’s 
thigh. Rumil made a move as if to lean down and kiss Orophin, but he 
stilled him, placing a hand gently on his chest and slowly easing him 
down on his back onto the cool, silken sheets.

“Be still, sweet one, “ cooed Orophin, “you are injured.”

“But, Orophin-” Rumil protested, but his brother placed a finger to his lips 
to silence him: “Shh. Let me heal you.” he stood up to remove his silver 
tunic, slowly unlacing each grommet as Rumil looked on eagerly in 
anticipation. When finished, Orophin bent down to remove his brother’s, 
running his palms across his chest, and kissing the uncovered skin. 

Rumil was then fully unclothed, his obvious attraction very apparent.

“You have but the control of a young elfling!” Orophin said laughing, 
laying down beside his brother. Rumil blushed, frowning, and moved his 
hands down to cover his growing arousal.

“Forgive me, sweet one,” said Orophin quickly, “I mean not to taunt you. 
You are simply eager, it is understandable.”

He took Rumil’s hands in his own, kissing each fingertip in turn, then 
caressing his cheek with the palm of the other.

“Your skin glows as the lights of Lorien do, brother.” he said softly as 
Rumil closed his eyes, breathing contently. Orophin's fingertips traced the 
curves of his brother’s lips, and kissed his eyelids where tiny diamond 
colored teardrops still lingered. “Cry not, brother, for I love you more than 
the Sun and all of her shining beauty, for you shine brighter.” A fresh 
teardrop ran down Rumil’s face. Orophin looked puzzled: “Do you still feel 
pain?” he asked Rumil, who laughed softly and opened his eyes staring 
into his brother’s once more.

“No, that isn’t it.... I simply fear that I love you too much.” he voice faltered 
as he wrapped his arms around Orophin’s neck, pulling him in close for a 
deep kiss. They did so, softly, running their tongues across one another. 
Rumil bit gently at Orophin’s bottom lip, tugging gently. He moaned, 
almost too quietly to hear but Rumil did, and he felt Orophin’s 
appreciation pressed against the fabric of his leggings and into Rumil’s 
own arousal. Orophin moved from Rumil’s mouth to trace the line of his 
jawbone with a soft tongue. He nipped and bit at Rumil’s neck, as he 
wriggled underneath him.

Orophin rolled his hips forward creating light friction to their heated flesh 
and his trapped arousal. His hand snaked down Rumil’s body, taking him 
in hand and stroking him slowly. Rumil was practically purring. But 
Orophin, sensing his fast-coming orgasm, quickly desisted his actions 
placing a finger to Rumil’s lips as he groaned in disappointment. He 
tightened his grip on Orophin:

“Aye, brother! You tempt me further still! Continue not, for I shall not last!”

Orophin continued his gentle caress then, “Fear not sweet one,” he 
whispered, “for I would have you with me all this night and well into the 
morning!” Orophin laughed as Rumil giggled happily. He faltered then, his 
face becoming serious, “I truly love thee.”

He knee was then forgotten as Orophin sat up, fully removing his clothing. 
His body was much more toned than Rumil’s own child-like proportions, 
and he loved tracing the lines of muscle over Orophin’s soft chest.

Rumil ran his hand lazily over Orophin’s body, smiling and very content to 
simply admire him forever. When his fingernails grazed over a nipple, 
Orophin shivered slightly in response, and before lying down again, he 
kissed Rumil’s brow, speaking softly “Truly blessed am I to possess such 
a treasure as you, Rumil.”

Orophin’s silver hair fell around them, shrouding them in a soft curtain. It 
seemed as though they were alone in their safe haven, brushing their lips 
lightly over one another, their hands roaming freely, breaths becoming 
more shallow. Rumil, impatient as always, could take no more and thrust 
his hips upward, trapping their now exposed arousals. Orophin now 
rested on top of Rumil, who was shivering not from cold, but from the raw 
passion that consumed him as his hips arched from the bed, rubbing 
himself against Orophin, trying to obtain more contact.

As Rumil’s head was thrown back, his neck was exposed, creamy white 
skin begging to be claimed. Orophin took advantage of this and licked 
and bit it softly, growing more fierce when Rumil did not protest. Orophin 
then began to thrust his body against his brother’s, as Rumil continued to 
moan. They continued this for only a short while, until Rumil let out a loud 
gasp, gripping onto Orophin’s backside to stifle him.

“What?” he asked a bit impatiently, breathing loudly and clearly 
displeased, but he softened his tone a great deal. It was impossible to 
look into Rumil’s shining eyes, even so full of lust, and not be consumed 
by his innocence. “Yes, sweet one?” he asked gently, “what is the 
matter?”

Rumil was still trying to catch his breath: “Take me now,” he began, “and 
claim me as you have done so before-” he bit out, still shuddering as 
Orophin resumed his ministrations, “show me you truly love me and bless 
me with sweet release.”

He complied quickly. Orophin switched his position so he was laying 
behind Rumil, pressed up close to his back. His erection throbbing with 
need between his thighs, his leg hooked around Rumil, his arm around 
his hips. He positioned himself and entered him gently, drawing moans 
and cries from the young elf that pierced his soul, making him feel an 
immense and sudden need to take all of him in, fully consume him, claim 
him and make the moment last forever: to suspend time and prolong their 
bliss. This he tried to do but failed as Rumil shouted Orophin’s name 
releasing beautifully thus causing Orophin to follow soon after. Orophin 
grasped Rumil’s hips, pulling his body closer. He shut his eyes tightly until 
the surge of near-unbearable sensation subsided and he could breath 
once more.

Rumil’s breath was slowly becoming normal as well and he reached down 
to loosen Orophin’s grip on him. He brought his brother’s hand up to his 
mouth, kissing it, nibbling lightly on his fingers, as he whispered 
repeatedly to Orophin that he loved him.

Orophin was calm now and he attempted to pull out of Rumil who 
clenched tightly around him, preventing this.

“But Rumil... you’re all sticky.” Orophin protested. Rumil giggled, “Yes, I 
know. But, I enjoy having you near me.... in me. I hate to see you leave. It 
pains me to be away from you.”

“Very well then, sweet one.” Answered Orophin, settling back into place, 
“Then depart I shall not, lest you feel lonesome.” he nuzzled Rumil’s 
neck, loving his smell and the feel of his slightly sweat-dampened hair, as 
it fell around him, fanning out on the pillows. Rumil sighed contently, 
feeling sleep draw near.

When Orophin sensed Rumil’s even, shallow breathing his sleep was 
evident and Orophin pulled away, reaching down to the foot of the bed to 
pull up a soft white blanket to drape over them as a slight chill set in. 
Orophin hugged Rumil close, running his fingers through the blonde 
locks, kissing the smooth pale skin of his back,. After several minutes of 
this familiar caress and the many thoughts that drifted through Orophin’s 
mind desisted, he too drifted off into a restful doze.

===

Rumil awoke to a strange sensation: there were hands on his face. 
Orophin was waking Rumil, his fingertip repeatedly stroking the bridge of 
his nose. As Rumil’s sleepy eyelids slowly lifted, his brother’s familiar face 
gazed at him, smiling. Rumil returned the smile, stretching in a very cat-
like manner, and then reaching up to push a strand of hair behind a 
pointed ear.

They looked at each other for several minutes before he pulled his 
brother’s face near his own to murmur to him: “Nothing would please me 
more than to dream of you and I together, than to awake to your 
magnificence and to further assure me it is not a dream, but real.”

Orophin’s smile widened and he sank further into Rumil’s embrace, 
kissing his neck as Rumil wrapped his arms around him as he continued, 
“it is real, as is your perfect touch, the sensation of your lips on my skin 
and the pleasant tickle as your silver hair brushes against me. Cheerless 
would I be if it were not, for I cannot imagine my life without your 
presence.”

As Rumil sighed contently, Orophin felt the sudden urge to weep. He lay 
his head down against Rumil’s chest as the need to take him wholly, 
become one with him, came again. He blinked his eyes several times 
before any tears could fall, and lifted his head, suddenly kissing his 
brother ardently with fervor and need.

Orophin further advanced on him, placing his knees on either side of 
Rumil’s hips, straddling him, pressing their naked skin together. Orophin’s 
body draped over his brother’s, they seemed to fit together perfectly, their 
legs locking, torsos aligning. Orophin broke the kiss, gasping for air, he 
had began working his way down Rumil’s body, to his chest, when he 
stopped him.

“Wait just a moment,” he told him, “immense pleasure have you already 
shown me. Let me satisfy you now.”

Before waiting for a protest, Rumil switched positions, flipping Orophin 
onto his back. His expression was one of surprise, but changed quickly to 
delight as Rumil bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking 
softly, taking it in between his teeth as it turned hard. He counteracted 
this sensation by lapping at the tight bud with his soothing pink tongue. 
Orophin gasped and squirmed beneath him. Rumil stopped for a moment, 
an unsure look upon his face. He then spoke, “Gentle were you this past 
night...though I fear our patience has lessened-” he emphasized this by 
rolling his hips forward, creating hot friction between their bodies, “-would 
you protest if I were to ask you to take me roughly?”

Orophin’s mouth was slightly open in a moan of anticipation, his eyes 
were closed and he shook his head vigorously: “I would indeed by 
pleased to do so!” he replied quickly.

Though Rumil was such an innocent-seeming elf, Orophin was aware of 
how wickedly lustful he could be, and persuasive. After Orophin’s 
enthusiastic reply, Rumil spoke not, but slid smoothly down Orophin’s 
body, his long platinum hair tickling his stomach and abdomen. Though, 
all other sensations were forgotten as Rumil took Orophin’s member in 
hand and began to stroke him.
He cried out at once, hips rising off the bed and thrusting forward into the 
talented hand that was reducing him to a mere puddle; a very pleased 
puddle.

Orophin then voiced his appreciation again as he felt Rumil’s warm, wet 
mouth close over him. This time however, he did not prologue the 
pleasure, he simply brought him to a feverous pitch, using his lips, teeth, 
and tongue. Orophin’s hands bunched tightly in the sheets as he writhed 
and panted pleas in Elvish. Though, after a while, rather than gripping the 
blankets made of the finest silk in Lorien, he chose to run his hands 
through Rumil’s fine hair, which was much softer still.

He urged Rumil on, tugging gently on the strands. What Rumil did next 
though was quite surprising and it caused Orophin to nearly scream; 
Rumil began humming, a deep vibration in the back of his throat. It made 
Orophin squeeze his eyes tightly shut and release himself into Rumil’s 
mouth. His body felt boneless, but still so eager; elves are not so easily 
sated as men. Rumil ensured his brother was fairly clean before pouncing 
yet again, devouring Orophin’s mouth, his taste still lingering. Even less 
gentle was this as their tongues roamed eagerly, lips clashing.

Rumil's nearly painful erection was firmly planted against Orophin's thigh, 
and he nudged Orophin a little. He whispered to him then “Have me now 
brother, for I cannot wait.”

He playfully flicked his tongue out to trace the shell of Orophin’s ear, 
further renewing his interest. He straddled Orophin's thighs once more, 
losing himself as his body uncontrollably rubbed against Orophin’s. He 
took his brother’s hand in his own, placing it on his weeping arousal that 
jutted up from between his thighs. He guided Orophin's hand along the 
shaft slowly at first as Rumil rocked his hips, his backside rubbing against 
Orophin’s erection. Both brothers moaned in unison, their dulcet voices 
filling the room as they both murmured occasion vows of love to one 
another. They continued these movements for several more minutes until 
Rumil, nearly weeping, stilled their hands:

“We must desist-” he bit out, straining not to continue the blissful touch, 
“take me now Orophin.” his pleas were musical to Orophin’s ears. Rumil 
added, “Do not take your time, for we have prolonged this for entirely too 
long!”

Orophin nearly laughed at his eagerness but the urge to faded as Rumil 
sucked a few of his brother’s fingers into is mouth, coating them with 
saliva. He raised himself from the bed and from Orophin’s strong thighs 
as he braced himself, gripping the bedcovers and panting with need. 
Orophin paused for a moment, watching Rumil’s face, screwed up with 
anticipation. A few moments passed... “Please!” Rumil cried out, breaking 
Orophin’s haze. Orophin resumed his task, doing as he was instructed 
and less than gently inserting a wet finger into Rumil, who bit his lip but 
did not pull away. Orophin inserted another digit, but before he had time 
to allow Rumil to adjust to the intrusion, his hand was swatted away and 
Rumil got into position, impaling himself in a fluid motion onto Orophin’s 
erection. Orophin barely had time to register what was happening as 
waves of delight crashed over him and he cried out in surprise. He 
unknowingly grasped Rumil’s hips roughly, hard enough to bruise, though 
he did not seem to mind, as he was completely consumed by passion, his 
head thrown back, mouth open in an almost constant moan, moving up 
and down on the hard shaft. 

Orophin loosened his grip a little and guided Rumil along his arousal, 
gently lifting him up and down. Rumil didn’t seem to know what to do with 
his hands, as he kept clenching and unclenching them in the bed sheets. 
They roamed over his own body, pinching nipples and stroking himself, 
then to Orophin’s chest, scraping his nails down it, leaving behind little 
raised whitish-pink lines. Orophin bucked his hips forward, angling his 
thrusts slightly, to hit that spot in Rumil that made him scream out and 
scratch at Orophin’s arms, hard enough to bleed. He bowed his head low, 
his whole body a single nerve of pleasure as Orophin continued to further 
pound into him relentlessly.

He was now repeatedly rubbing over Rumil’s prostate and he seemed 
unable to even scream as he clenched his hands again, biting his lip so 
hard that the skin caught between his teeth was turned white....

Orophin stilled for a moment. Rumil paid no attention, still bucking wildly 
and unabashedly. Orophin could have sworn he had heard 
something...Rumil’s heels dug into the bed and he came, not making a 
sound as he seemed lost for words and incapable to anyhow, his muscles 
clenched around Orophin and he too followed, digging his nails into 
Rumil’s sides.

Suddenly, the door to their room was opened, sunlight spilling in. Rumil’s 
body jolted gracelessly.

“Well, brothers!” Haldir said loudly, striding briskly into the room, “I do 
hope you are both ready for the hunt today-oh gods!” he stepped out as 
quickly as he had come. 

Rumil blushed furiously and groaned in embarrassment. Orophin laughed 
softly as his brother rolled off his body to lie beside him. Rumil simply lay 
there for a moment, his whole body turned a slightly pink color. “That was 
most mortifying.” Rumil muttered into his pillow, Orophin rolled onto his 
side, kissing Rumil’s shoulder, “Well, sweet one, at least your previous 
pain is forgotten, and now Haldir may tease you about this, rather than 
your incident yesterday.” Rumil groaned again.