Summary: A vignette. The twins' careers, and Elrohir tries to persuade Elladan to a new pleasure. Rated NC-17, incest warning, slash. Slots between two stories in the "Star-Crossed" story arc, To Drive the Cold Winter Away and Spring of Peace.
Story Warnings: Slash, Incest, Graphic Sex. Rating NC-17.
Disclaimer: These characters and Middle-Earth are the copyright of the Tolkien estate and this fan fiction is not meant to infringe on that copyright in any way.
Thanks to beta readers Suzana and Aayesha. Feedback is welcome to Tyellas@hotmail.com
When the
icy heart of winter came down, the twin sons of Elrond gave up their orc-hunting
for a time, before the hard-riding season of early spring. The two were newly
become lovers that winter season. To keep the secret of it while indulging in
their fervent new passion, they had ridden far from Rivendell as long as they
dared. The weather and lack of provision had driven them back at last.
Snow
muffled Rivendell that night. Elrohir stepped over the white land less lightly
than a fully-elven person, but he still left only the shallowest footprints.
Beneath a snow-draped pine, he paused to strengthen his will for his errand. It was difficult to speak of matters of lust to someone dear, and never
more so than when there was an imbalance to resolve. In his mind, he ordered the
words he planned to say to Elladan, if he might.
When he
walked on, it was not far to the Last Homely House. Elrohir peered in through
one of the few glassed windows, on the ground floor near the library. Inside the
room, Elladan was intensely scribing a scroll laid flat, wearing a faded,
ink-stained tunic and a concentrated face of solitude. Elrohir felt a touch of
guilt as he watched Elladan working; for he had been rather idle that day. He
decided to see how Elladan endured his interruption before he spoke of desire.
If the timing was ill, he would return to it later.
Hunter-silent,
he went away from the window and entered the Homely House. At the door of
Elladan's chamber, a former library study, he did not knock until he heard a
chair move.
Elladan
looked irritated at first when he opened the door, but softened immediately when
he saw it was Elrohir. "Come in, although you will find little comfort here
- I have forgotten to light the fire. Let me complete this, and I shall light
it." Elrohir came in quietly and watched as Elladan finished the scroll. The
room was dominated by a wide oak table neatly stacked with books and papers.
There was a curtained bed crammed to one side, a wardrobe, and two wooden chairs
in front of a small grated fireplace. The only sign of privilege to the room was
that it was where Elladan wished it to be.
Elrohir
went to light the fire, but before he could crush a piece of waste-paper for
tinder, Elladan cried with a start, "No, not that sheet! Nor that one, either.
Once I close the inks I shall light it."
"I am
sorry, brother; it looked like refuse." Elrohir hung his cloak on a hook and
sat down in the wider one of the chairs, deciding to touch nothing further.
Elladan closed the inks and tested each one to make sure it was sealed, then
wiped the valuable metal pen-tips and ordered the tools of calligraphy in a
tray. Elrohir contrasted the table before him with his own skills at
stable-managing and horse-doctoring, which had made him at ease with every
extreme of blood and dirt. Watching, he began to understand Elladan's
fastidiousness in all things. "You must be the most orderly of our seven
loremasters here in Rivendell," he said.
Elladan
laughed. "Oh, not I; I am the sloven amongst them. Erestor will not even have
drinking water in the same room as his work-table, but I am not so strict." He
poured his brother some hard cider, then lit the fire at last. For a time, they
talked of Elladan's work, then of their oath. It was agreed that they would
ride out on errantry again when the freeze lifted. The hungry early Spring would
be a good time to try and clear the Troll-shaws of some of their evil creatures.
Elrohir
ran his finger around the edge of his cup. "Will it not be warmer in here if
you draw the curtain?" Elladan took the hint with a broad smile, locking the
door as well. A locking door was unusual among the dwellings of the honest
Elves. If Elladan's door was locked, he had the excuse of working at some art
of thought that could not be interrupted. Only once or twice since their return
to Rivendell had the twins dared to lock that door together. Elrohir relaxed
when he heard the click of the lock, and resolved to speak as he had planned.
When
Elladan came back to the fire, Elrohir had drawn the second chair up close
beside him, so that the two might lean in and embrace each other in the warmth.
"Your
mood is commanding tonight, to order me about," said Elladan lightly, as
Elrohir slid an arm around his shoulders.
"I
asked you only because I do not dare to touch anything in this room, apart from
you," said Elrohir, directly in his ear. "May I talk to you?"
Elladan
leaned closer. "Is something amiss?" he asked, half-whispering himself.
"I
cannot bear that you have any distress in my arms, or from my caresses. There is
something I care for greatly that you like not. I sought to ask if you might
hear me, and see if you might turn to it at least a little." Elrohir did not
like the stiffness in his voice at his prepared speech, but Elladan did not seem
to notice.
"Elrohir.
You have never said nay to me in any of my wishes of the body. What have I
refused you?" Elladan moved his own arm to embrace Elrohir as he spoke.
"Nothing,
yet I can tell you dislike one thing. Perhaps it is a little thing. You shrink
away from the seed of a man's lust fulfilled, from its taste or touch."
Elrohir
stiffened and drew back, gazing at the fire. "It is not you. I never cared for
it with anyone. Not even myself alone."
Elrohir
looked ruefully at the meticulous work-table, then reached over and stroked
Elladan's crotch, whispering softly. "I count it one of the greatest
pleasures of love. Especially with you. Can I show you how it might be?"
Elladan
sighed. When his other lovers had sought to bring down some barrier of his, he
had felt that they battened at him for the sake of conquest, so that they might
say they had gained a passionate triumph over Elrond's son. But Elrohir was
his brother. As they felt their way among their hidden lusts, Elrohir's
requests were always tentative, as if he feared that he might ask too much. Even
though the back of Elladan's throat contracted at the thought of what his
brother asked of him, his heart was moved. Between the two he steeled his pride.
"I will see if you can persuade me to your pleasure," Elladan said, bowing
his head against Elrohir's shoulder. "Shall I kneel before you as you
sit?"
"No,
no! Or only if you wish to. You might stand behind and above me just as well for
what I shall do. I like it when you watch me," murmured Elrohir. He undid his
winter over-tunic and unlaced the front of his leggings. Elladan, intrigued,
went and stood close behind his seated brother, placing both hands on
Elrohir's shoulders.
Elrohir
leaned his head back into Elladan's hips as he worked his own cock hard,
stroking his face against his brother's loins. "You're growing hard too, I
like that."
"Silence,"
said Elladan, softly. "We must be quiet, here." Even as he spoke, Elrohir
felt Elladan's cock grow firmer yet. He pressed his face against the area even
more, caressing himself all the while. Some elf-men had members that dripped
like fountains with teasing liquid before they came, but both Elrohir and
Elladan tended to be dry and velvety until they spent. At last Elrohir milked
himself of a few pearly-clear drops, catching them on his fingers.
He
lifted his friction-heated hand to Elladan. "Here. Taste this; just a small
touch of it." Elladan drew the
warm hand up to him and lapped at the proffered fingers. Elrohir rocked back in
the chair when Elladan did not only lick, but took the fingers into his mouth,
drawing on them.
When
Elladan stopped, Elrohir began to stroke himself fervently again. Elladan said,
"That first taste, I never minded, I confess." His own cock was pulsing to
be touched, so he undid his own garments and came to kneel before Elrohir.
Elladan began to caress himself, then leaned in to take Elrohir's shaft in his
mouth.
"Do
not," said Elrohir. "Your loremaster's tongue is too canny at
that art! I cannot hold back when you take me so. Wait. Only the thought of you
doing so, your mouth on my cock, ah, Valar--"
Elladan
laughed a little. "When you deny it to me, that makes me crave it. Are you
sure?" In response to that, and to Elladan's hungry look, Elrohir bent over
nearly double as he emptied himself into one hand. Still breathing hard, Elrohir
dipped the fingers of his other hand into the slithery wetness he held, and
proffered a hand to Elladan again.
Again
Elladan took the moistened fingers in his mouth. Perhaps it was the very
slightness of it, or the fact that he had but moments before hungered to suck
Elrohir down to the root, but the salty bitterness was bearable. "Is it so
bad?" Elrohir asked, taking his hand back.
Elladan
shook his head, and Elrohir repeated the offering gesture. Elladan licked at it
again, and then a third time, taking the fingers in more quickly and laving them
longer. "Do you think you might be a little fonder of this for me?" asked
Elrohir. Elladan nodded, touched deeply by Elrohir's subtlety. Small wonder,
Elladan thought, that Elrohir could coax half-wild colts into serving as
elf-steeds without saddle or harness. He smiled at that, then started back in
delicious shock as Elrohir reached down and started stroking Elladan's cock
with his wet hand, where the fluid was still cupped and warm.
"You
almost hit the fire-grate!" Elrohir said. "Sit up here." With some
awkwardness, they switched places. Then Elrohir, gently domineering even as he
knelt, turned to take for himself what he had denied his brother.
Elladan
pulsed his hips without thought as the wet heat of Elrohir's mouth took him
in. He felt his twin's lips sliding up and down his shaft, Elrohir drinking
his own come back in. "Too artful yourself, at this," Elladan gasped. As the
head of his cock rolled over Elrohir's caressing tongue, he came in turn.
After
one thorough swallow of the dear, hot fluid, Elrohir stood halfway up and kissed
his twin on the lips. Elrohir only half-mouthed gently, until Elladan tilted his
jaw up to meet him and darted his own tongue out. The taste of their mingled
seed haunted the kiss, diluted by the neutral warmth of their mouths. They
groaned into each other. Elladan tilted his body sideways so that Elrohir could
jam himself into the chair beside him. Once their passion was spent, this was
always their urge; to be as close together as possible.
"Was
that too much?" asked Elrohir.
"No,"
said Elladan. "You are very convincing. I must debate the merits of this with
you more often, I think."
Elrohir
looked up as a hissing sound came from the fireplace. "It must snow or sleet
down outside."
"Stay
here the night through, then," said Elladan. "If anyone comes, simply stay
behind the bed-curtains. I never thought my bed would be colder than sleeping on
the ground in the wild, until I lay between the sheets without you."
"Then
why are we still crammed into this chair?"
Elrohir levered himself out. "I shall slip out to aid the stables at
dawn, and none will be the wiser that I was here. If we are to sleep in comfort
in a bed, for once, let us not waste a moment of it!"
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Please do not repost this story elsewhere without the consent of the author. First posted April 2002.