Title: Bound
Author: Larien Elengasse
Contact: larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Fandom: LOTR 
Rating: NC17
Warnings: graphic homoerotic (slash) content, twincest, incomplete non-con.
Cast: Elladan/Elrohir
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers:  I do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I am not making money off this story.

Summary: Written as a companion to “Peace Offerings” by Khylaren and Larien Elengasse.  Elladan remembers his first night with Elrohir, told from Elladan’s POV

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I closed my eyes, remembering the night I deflowered my twin… 

It was summer and it had been a particularly warm few days.  Elrohir and I had just reached our majority; we had just begun to explore the ways of pleasure.  Elrohir had lain with a few elf maids, experimenting, trying to find his way.  I had taken an older lover, one who taught me all I needed to know about pleasure and the temptations of the flesh.  

It was well past midnight when I stole from my room, making my way down the short distance of the corridor to my twin’s door.  I slipped inside, creeping across the room, my bare feet making no sound upon the soft wood floor.  I wore only a pair of silk pants and my hair was unbound for sleep.  

“Elrohir, wake, gwanur…”

I watched as Elrohir blinked from reverie, my brother’s pale gray eyes turning up to meet my own.  “What is it, Elladan?” Elrohir answered softly.

I smiled at Elrohir, whispering, “Come swimming with me.”

My twin smiled at me broadly; Elrohir was always up for some mischief with me.  We departed the confines of the Last Homely House, creeping through the garden under the light of a full moon.  Elrohir’s hand was firmly encompassed by my own as I tugged him down the path to our favorite swimming hole.  

We looked around, making sure we were not followed, and assuring we were alone, before stripping our garments and wading into the cool water.  The night air was still and warm, hugging our bare skin like an unwanted blanket and the cool water felt refreshing. 

I tread water, watching my brother float upon his back, moonlight shimmering off the surface of the water and his pale ivory skin.  How long I had harbored secret desires for Elrohir I did not know, but they had overtaken my every thought, my every waking moment.  As I watched my brother float upon the surface of the pool, I thought of pressing my mouth to Elrohir’s. I imagined Elrohir’s moans and sighs in my ears, the taste of my brother’s essence upon my tongue.  I had formulated a plan, and now that plan was set in motion; I was going to seduce my brother. 

“Elrohir?”

Elrohir’s body sank back into the water as he turned to face me; his smile was bright as I gazed upon his beautiful face.  “Yes, gwanur?”

“Do you love me?”

Elrohir smiled again. “Of course I do. You know I do, Elladan.”

“I love you, you know that, yes?”

Elrohir swam closer, treading water in front of me.  “Are you all right, Elladan?”

I smiled. “Yes, I am all right.” I tilted my head, motioning to the bank.  “Let us lie on the bank and dry off.”

We spread the blankets that I had taken from my room upon the banks and stretched out beside one another.  I rolled to my side, propping my head upon my hand as I gazed at Elrohir’s nude form, admiring the way it gleamed in the moonlight, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.  “Would you do something for me, Elrohir?”

Elrohir turned his head and smiled at me.  “Anything, Elladan, I would do anything for you.”

“Truly?  Anything?”

Elrohir’s hand trailed through my wet hair as he smiled.  “You are my gwanur, my twin, there is nothing I would not do for you, Elladan.”

I leaned forward, my body covering that of my twin’s, my lips inches from Elrohir’s.  Elrohir put his hands upon my shoulders, bracing against me as he gasped, “What are you doing, Elladan?”

My lips brushed against his, “I am kissing you, gwanur.”

Elrohir pressed back harder.  “Elladan… we cannot, I…”

My gray eyes darkened and I shifted, sliding my awakening arousal against my brother’s. “You said you would do anything for me.  Are you saying you would deny me now?”

Elrohir trembled beneath me, his eyes wide with fear.  “But, Elladan, this… this is… I cannot…”

Behind the fear, I saw something else, confusion, want, and love.  “Yes we can, Elrohir, and we will.”  I closed the distance between us and pressed a punishing kiss to Elrohir’s lips, opening his mouth as my tongue teased his.  ~Open to me, Elrohir, give me what I seek…~  my thoughts pressed into his mind.

A whimper escaped Elrohir’s lips as I heard my twin’s thoughts answer me, ~No, please, Elladan, do not ask this of me.~ He was still resisting, still trying to push me away.

I pressed on, seeking to batter my brother’s resistance, seeking entrance into his sweet, warm mouth.  ~Will you deny me what I would claim as my own?  Will you deny me your love?~

The resistance slowly faded from my twin’s arms.  ~Why?  Why do you do this?~  Another pleading whimper.

~Because I love you.  Do you not love me?~  Resistance faded a little more.

~I do.  I do love you.~ Frightened whimpers turned to soft moans.

~Then show me, Elrohir, show me that you love me.~  

Resistance finally faded; hands that pushed against me soon encompassed my form, tentatively pulling me in.  Mouth slowly opened, then tongue caressed, heartbreakingly beautiful moans filled my ears. ~By Elbereth, Elrohir, I love you so.~

Another soft moan, followed by a whimper.  ~And I love you, Elladan, I will always love you.  Take what you will, I am yours.~ 

His hands caressed my back, tangled in my hair as my erect arousal slid against Elrohir’s.  We broke our kiss in order to breathe again.  “Amin…” I whispered.  

“Uma…” came Elrohir’s reply.  

Another deep kiss, desperate, wanting, all consuming.  I could taste of my brother for eternity, his sweet mouth, silken lips, warm, enticing tongue.  Burning, I was burning for Elrohir, wanting him desperately, loving him with every fiber of my being.  

Inside, gods how I wanted to be inside him.  I fumbled inside the folds of the blanket, and found the small vial I had brought. Breaking the kiss again, my lips burning a path from Elrohir’s mouth to his chest.  Sweet gasps filling my ears as I took his nipple in my mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling until he cried out for mercy, his beautiful voice filling the silent, still air.  Driving him onward, consuming him, possessing him, preparing to take him.  My fingers danced across my twin’s arousal and I heard him groan in response, Elrohir now rolling his hips into my grasp, surrendering ever so sweetly to my seduction.

“I am going to take you now, Elrohir.  It will be painful, but this is what has to be.”  Another deep kiss to his now hungry lips, more teasing strokes with my hands to his arousal.

“Saes, gwanur… Im baur…”

Never had I heard a more beautiful or bewitching sound than that of my brother begging to be taken.  Oiled fingers breaching his virgin entrance, delving into his velvet heat.  I was lightheaded with aching desire, unsure I could wait one moment more, so desperate was my desire to possess my beautiful twin.  

Slide, squeeze; long, slow strokes of my twin’s arousal, punctuated by Elrohir’s keening moans.  My brother was close; precious drops of opalescent fluid leaked from his arousal, my fingers spreading the slick fluid along his pulsating length.

Strong, lean thighs in my arms, then what I craved more than life itself.  Pushing hard, entering Elrohir’s trembling, tense body, sheathing myself in his impossibly tight velvet heat.  Tears flowing down my face as I hear my brother’s heartbreaking cry of pain, watching Elrohir’s lips tremble as he fought not to cry.  “I am sorry, gwanur… Amin mela lle, Elrohir, always…” I whispered, as I watched the last shards of my twin’s innocence fall away.  

Still, I was so still; waiting, resisting the urge to move within that tight heat, slowly stroking him, waiting for Elrohir’s acceptance.  Finally, my love opened and I began to move within him, slowly, so very slowly, my lips caressing those of my love.  Elrohir’s trembling hands were in my hair, his ripe lips whispered words of love and worship; his silky voice caressed my ears.  “My brave, beautiful elf knight,” I whispered.

Another exquisite cry as I struck my mark, Elrohir arched against me, his fair face flushed with love and desire. It was over too soon, Elrohir’s lips pressed against my neck as he moaned my name, beautiful notes of love and passion sung to a lover.  My brother’s essence flooded my hand, spreading between us, my own release following hard upon, crying out into the dark as I spilt myself inside my twin’s body.

One brief moment in time forever changed our destiny, forever bound us in sin and corruption, in desire and longing, and in love…

~Finis

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