Author: Mi-chan
Pairing: Rúmil/Orophin
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Angst, Incest and chan, PWP
Summary: Rúmil has strange dreams and Orophin finds out
Feedback: Yes please: Michelle-saarland@gmx.de
Disclaimer: None of these elves are mine... they all belong to Tolkien

Rúmil’s dreams


The young elf moaned in his sleep. His head tossed from side to side and he clawed at the 
sheets. Sweat broke out on his forehead. 

„Nay... nay!“ he screamed and woke with a start. Panting he stared into the darkness, trying to 
calm his racing heart. He had a nightmare again. Usually his dreams were strange, but not 
unpleasant. He blushed as he thought about the other dreams he had. But this one had been 
horrible.

He sniffled softly and laid back down in the bed, burrying his face in his pillow. He had 
dreamt of his older brother Orophin being killed again. He always feared for the bulky 
warrior. He was propably the strongest elf on arda (at least Rúmil thought so), but still he was 
frightened everytime his brother left for patrol.

He liked his other dreams much better, even if he was too ashamed to even think of them. He 
shook his head gently, it just should not be. He should definitly not feel this way. Not feel 
thos feelings for... him. His own brother. He was just a little elfling to Orophin! Yes, he was 
already 40, only 10 years short of his majority, but... the March Warden was 3000 years older 
than him! And he was his *brother*. 

Rúmil sighed unhappily. Tomorrow Orophin would come back from a border patrol. That 
means he would have to hide his feelings again. He found it hard to refrain from smiling 
lovingly at Orophin, or keep from running his hands over the older elfs muscles. He shivered 
at his thoughs and felt the blood rush to his groin, making him achingly hard.

The small elf groaned and turned on his back, lifting the cover to glare at his elfhood. He then 
pushed the cover off of the bed, it was much too hot in his opinion anyways, and started to 
roughly stroke himself.

„Come on... get over with it already...“ he hissed through clenched teeth. He hated doing this. 
It was unnatural. It wasn’t right. The images that played behind his closed eyes didn’t help 
either. Ever since he had walked in on Orophin taking a shower beneath one of the waterfalls 
of the Andúin, he didn’t get that image out of his head. 

The clear, pure water running down Orophins powerful body, caressing the white skin, 
making the long white hair cling to it. 

„Rúmil?“ the young elf heard his brothers voice, only seconds before Orophin burst into the 
room. Orophins eyes went whide as saucers and his jaw dropped. Rúmil squealed and pulled 
the cover back over his body.

„Orophin!! GET! OUT!“ he yelled in a high pitched voice and gripped the glass of water on 
his bedside table, throwing it at his brother. Orophin managed to quickly close the door before 
the glass hit him.

Rúmil sank back into the bed, panting. What had just happened? Orophin. He saw him. 
Touching himself. He SAW him! Rúmil panicked. In the back of his mind he knew it was 
stupid to panic at that, Orophin didn’t know it was him that aroused Rúmil so. But... he saw 
it! He saw all of the younger elf’s body... everything. Rúmil went beetred.

 He ran into the bathroom and washed himself with the cold water in one of the buckets. He 
then put on a robe and leggings and left his room. Orophin was sitting in the livingroom, his 
head in his hands. He was obviously feeling guilty for upsetting his little brother.

„O-Orophin?“ Rúmil stuttered and stopped in the doorway. His brother looked up at him.

„Oh, I am so sorry, pen neth!“ The warrior said and Rúmil felt electric shocks go through his 
body at the deep, velvety voice.“I didn’t know you were... I didn’t think...“

„Shhhh...“ Rúmil made and went over to Orophin, sitting next to him. „It is alright. I am not 
mad at you. I was just... you scared me.“

Orophin smiled softly. „Obviously.“ He then frowned. „Did the glass break? Did you hurt 
youself?“ He lifted his little brothers foot to look if he had stepped into glass, but Rúmil 
pulled his foot away.

„Orophin! I am fine. Honestly. Don’t worry.“ He said and looked at his brother. He looked 
troubled. „What is it?“

„You... you grew up so fast... it’s like yesterday you still were a tiny tiny elfling, and today... 
you’re a grown up elf... exploring his sexualitly... it’s weird.“ Orophin whispered.

Rúmil went beetred again. Orophin chuckled as he noticed.

„Oh, don’t blush. It’s quite normal, you know. You should have seen me at your age. I was 
behind all the young elves, elleth and ellon alike.“ He grinned and Rúmil blushed even more. 
„Did you have a nice dream?“ Orophin then asked, still grinning.

„Oh, I... I guess.“ His little brother mumbled, trying hard not to think about his dream again.

„What is wrong? I can sense something is troubling you, don’t even try to lie to me!“ Orophin 
said and frowed again as Rúmil looked up at him with big, sad eyes, and a silvery tear 
escaped said eyes. He drew his bother into his arms thightly and rubbed his back soothingly as 
he sobbed.

Rúmil sobbed and let all his grief fall from his small shoulders as he wept into his brothers 
shirt. He felt weird being so close to Orophin. He could smell his brother. The scent was 
musky and earthy, and it had something very unique to it that made Rúmil shiver with desire 
and grow hard again.

Of course Orophin noticed. How could he not, having drawn Rúmils body as close to his own 
as possible. He put his hands on the smaller elfs shoulders, holding him away a bit, so he 
could see the teary face. „Rúmil? Explain this, please...“ he whispered in a very low voice.

The fragile little elf sobbed harder and hid his face in his hands. Orophin pulled them away.

„Shush... do not hide that beautiful face from me...“ he whispered and lifted Rúmils chin 
softly with two fingers. „Is this...“ he trailed a finger down Rúmils chest, feeling the thumping 
little heart, to the young boys crotch, „because of me?“

His brother looked at him with big eyes as he felt Orophin’s huge hand between his legs. He 
swallowed heavily and bit his lips. What was the older elf up to? He saw his older brother 
smile softly and bring his face closer to his own, a second later he felt the soft lips on his own, 
looking straight into the bright blue eyes. 

He saw Orophin close his eyes and did the same as a hot tongue licked his lips, forcing its 
way into his mouth. A soft moan escaped his lips as the hand between his legs massaged him 
softly, slowly. It was so intense, Rúmil thought he would come any second, but Orophin knew 
and he held him back...

It was getting painful. He was so hard and Orophin’s tongue was doing things to his own he 
didn’t know were possible. His head was spinning and he had trouble breathing. His fingers 
clawed at Orophin’s shirt, scratching the skin beneath. 

Suddenly the kiss broke and he gasped for air, staring at Orophin. His brother also drew back 
his hand and grinned at him.
 
“Do you like this, Rúmil?“ he asked, his voice sounded different now, deeper and a bit hoarse.

He couldn’t help but nod. He wanted, no, he needed more. More kisses, more touching, 
more... Orophin. But he didn’t dare to do anything, as Orophin sat there and studied the 
panting, flushed elfling in front of him.

Orophin got up and looked at him still. „Come.“ He said. It did not sound like an order, it 
sounded... like an invitation? The older elf slowly walked to his bedroom. Should Rúmil 
follow?

He did. He couldn’t resist. He just couldn’t. Slowly, with shaky legs, he walked into his older 
brothers bedroom and found Orophin sitting on the bed, patting the space next to him. He sat 
down next to his brother and was instantly pulled into his lap. 

„Do you know what this means, pen neth?“ Orophin asked, his voice was so close to Rúmil’s 
sensitive little ear now... his lips where there... kissing his ear... his neck... his shoulder.

„Y-yes...“ Rúmil stuttered. „It... is it... alright? Isn’t it... wrong?“ he asked then.

„No. No Rúmil, love cannot be wrong, now, can it?“ Orophin smiled darkly. Something 
wasn’t alright. Rúmil knew it, he felt it. His brother was different. He was now opening his 
robe... letting it fall to the floor.

„Oh... beautiful...“ Orophin murmured and kissed Rúmils chest. „So beautiful... so young...“ 
he licked a small rosy nipple and then suckled it, making Rúmil gasp and arch his back. 
As Orophin looked up to his brother, Rúmil shreaked with fear. His brothers eyes had become 
bloodred and as he grinned, he saw his canine teeth were... long and sharp.

He tried to get away from Orophin, but his brother was so much stronger then he was. It was 
to no avail, Orophin held him very thight and slowly lowered him on the bed. Gently. He 
started his exploration of Rúmil’s body again. Orophin felt how frightened his little brother 
was, he felt the fresh blood rush through his veins, he could barely hold himself back.

But he knew, adrenalin made the blood taste bitter... he didn’t like that. He had to calm Rúmil 
down or he wouldn’t be able to enjoy him tonight. He licked the shell of a gracefully arched 
ear and whispered: „Don’t be afraid... I will not hurt you...“ .

„Who are you??“ Rúmil whimpered and wriggled beneath him.

„But... I am your brother, pen neth.“ He whispered and kissed him gently, then suckled his 
throat. Oh how he would love to bite down right there and then, but Rúmil was still too 
scared. „Don’t fear me.. I told you I will not hurt you...“

„Will you kill me?“ Rúmil sobbed. Orophin laughed.

„Kill you? My own brother? My precious little jewel? Oh no. I would never kill you. But... I 
want to taste your blood... I need to taste your blood...“ He groaned and took a deep breath to 
calm himself.

„M-my bloo-blood?!?“ Rúmil tried to crawl away again. He gently pulled him back again and 
smiled, baring his teeth once more. 

„Aye, your blood... Please... allow me. Just... a little bit.“ He licked the pale throat again.

„And... you will not kill me?“ 

„I will make love to you... I will touch you... I will take you to heaven... I will drink your 
blood... but I will not kill you.“ Orophin murmured as he explored the youth’s body for 
sensitive spots. 

„I... I am scared.“ Rúmil admitted.

„I know... I can smell it in your blood.“ Orophin quickly pulled out a vial of lubricant and put 
something on his fingers. „This will not hurt for long, alright? You must relax.“ He said as he 
slowly prepared Rúmil. 

„It.. oh it feels odd!“ Rúmil exclaimed, but he moaned loudly as Orophin touched his sweet 
spot. Soon Orophin felt the smaller elf was ready for him and he entered him. Rúmil moaned 
in pain, and then in pleasure. He wasn’t scared anymore. Orophin had promised not to hurt 
him... and he had stuck to his promise. As his brother moved, he felt like he wanted to scream, 
the huge elfhood inside him constantly rubbing his sweet spot.

Orophin knew it was time now. He attached his teeth to Rúmil’s throat and slowly bit down. 

Rúmil screamed. It hurt. But the pain mingled with the pleasure he felt and only aroused him 
more, knowing what Orophin was actually doing. 

Orophin moaned, too. The young elf’s blood was delicous. The best he had ever tasted in his 
long life. So young, so sweet and so fresh.... he sucked and licked, but stopped soon enough. 
He wanted to stick to his other promise too and not kill his beloved little brother.

Both came as Orophin thrust into Rúmil one more time and Orophin collapsed on the fragile 
elf. Soon he rolled off and pulled Rúmil into his arms, licking the two bite wounds clean. He 
put some of his saliva on them so they would close and stop to bleed and Rúmil would be 
safe. He watched the wounds closing instantly and smiled.

„Orophin?“ A tired little voice asked and he looked at Rúmil. „That was... incredible.“ He 
whispered.

„Aye, it was... I am sorry I scared you so. But I couldn’t hide my true identity any longer.“

„I am not scared anymore. I trust you now.“ Rúmil said before he slept away.

Orophin licked his lips one more time and also settled for sleep.

End