Title:	Sweet Revenge
Author:	Khylaren / Larien Elengasse
Contact:	Khylaren@yahoo.com; larienelengasse@yahoo.com
Fandom:	LOTR 
Rating:	NC-17
Disclaimer:	We do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. We are not making money off these stories, they are written for the pure pleasure of it.
Warnings:	Explicit sexual content, incest, and slash (homoerotic) content.
Beta:	Larian Elensar
Cast:	Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/Elrohir/Rúmil/Orophin
Spoilers:	None

Summary: Glorfindel and Haldir exact their revenge on Rúmil and Orophin.  Sequel to “Special Delivery”

Notes: This was as much fun as the last one, perhaps more so… since everyone’s favorite naughty twins are involved – the more the merrier.  As before, I tried to represent the Imladris delegation as best I could.

It was a joy to work with Larien Elengasse once again, and I think we had more fun this time around. How could we not? We had that many more Elves to play with!

< > < > < >

Elladan and Elrohir sat astride their horses, looking at Glorfindel with bemused expressions.  The warrior sat upon Asfaloth and smiled; as if what he had proposed was an everyday occurrence.  

Elladan glanced at his brother, then turned to look back at the seneschal.  “You really intend to go through with this?”

Glorfindel nodded confidently.  “Of course, I would not have proposed it otherwise.”

Elrohir regarded the warrior with a wicked smile.  “And Haldir is in agreement?”

Glorfindel yawned, “Of course, it was his idea, initially.”

Elrohir raised an eyebrow as he looked at his beloved tutor, “And whose idea was it to involve us?”

Glorfindel smiled knowingly, “Mine, of course.”

Elladan smiled and leaned forward.  “So let me be sure that I understand exactly what you are saying, Glorfindel.  Elrohir and I are to hold Orophin and Rúmil captive and torment them, so to speak, until you and Haldir feel they have had enough?”

Elrohir snorted then looked away, trying to keep from falling into fits of hysterical laughter.

Glorfindel nodded, “Aye, that is what I am proposing, Elladan.  This should not be a chore for the two of you, after all, Orophin and Rúmil are very fair.”

Elladan crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his lip as he looked skyward, “Well, this is true, the brothers of Lórien are quite beautiful.”

Elrohir chimed in, “And well known for their ‘unconventional’ tastes.”

This time it was Elladan who snorted before covering his mouth with his hand.

Glorfindel continued to smile in the all-knowing, all-seeing way he had, and waited for the twins to agree, just as he knew they would.  The twins looked at one another, communicating without using words, as they so often did, and turned to look once more at their seneschal.  In unison they answered, “We will do as you request, seneschal.”

Glorfindel nodded and smiled.  “I thought you might.  Haldir and I will come to you when it is time.”  

He turned and cantered off on Asfaloth, pursuing the delegation that accompanied Lord Elrond and his sons to Lórien.

< > < > < >

After several days of riding, the delegation arrived at the borders of Lórien.  They were met by the Marchwarden of the Golden Wood, and Haldir and his brothers, the soon to be objects of interest for the twins, escorted the Imladris delegation to Caras Galadhon.  As they quietly rode through the forest, the twins looked Orophin and Rúmil over as if they were freshly roasted turkey legs hung at the market.  They communicated with one another telepathically, and Elrohir snickered, despite his best effort not to, as Elladan made a particularly raunchy remark about Rúmil.  The brothers looked over their shoulders at the twins, who merely blinked innocently at them.  As they turned away, Elrohir’s tongue flicked against his upper lip, and it was Elladan’s turn to snicker.

Glorfindel rode up beside them and cuffed Elladan on the back of the head, quickly returning his hands back to Asfaloth’s neck before anyone could see him.  Elladan barked in surprise and rubbed his head as the members of the party turned to look at the commotion.  Elrohir issued a sputtering laugh as the warrior shot him a scolding glance, effectively silencing any further outbursts.

Orophin and Rúmil shifted nervously; they knew the twins would be up to no good, and in the months that passed they were had waited for the other shoe to drop, as it were. Haldir had still not exacted his revenge for the trick they played on him in Imladris.  

Upon arrival at Caras Galadhon, Lord Elrond and the delegation were shown to their respective flets, and Glorfindel saw to it that their belongings and horses were properly stowed and cared for.  As he stood beside his faithful stallion, he heard the soft, yet purposeful footfalls of his lover approach him from behind.

“Mae Govannen, my Lord.”

The warrior turned to face the marchwarden, and smiled to see his hand upon his heart and head bowed in respect.   “Mae Govannen, Haldir of Lórien.  I trust you have been well since I have seen you last?”

Haldir nodded.  By the Valar, how he ached to take the warrior in his arms, to press heated, punishing kisses to those silken lips.  But, they were in a public place, and the watchful eyes of the Elves of Lórien were upon them; the rumor mill in the Golden Wood was almost as legendary as that of Imladris.  “I have been well, my Lord.  It is good to see you again, I have missed your friendship,” he leaned forward, as if to bow, and whispered, “and your touch.”

Glorfindel smiled wickedly, “I have missed your friendship as well, Haldir.  Would you be kind enough to show me to my flet?”

Haldir’s eyes brightened, and he barely repressed a growl, “Aye, my Lord, follow me.”

**Gladly** The warrior thought as he fell into step behind the Marchwarden.  **What a delectable bottom my Silvan friend has** he mused as his eyes roamed appreciatively over Haldir’s backside.  He followed his friend to the ladder that climbed the trunk of a large Mallorn tree that was strategically located far away from the bustling center of the tree-city.  He climbed behind Haldir up the ladder, the urge to reach out and pinch that perfect round bottom nearly impossible to deny.

He gave into the urge the moment he was certain they were alone, and chuckled at the delightful and undignified squawk the marchwarden uttered.

“Something amiss?” the warrior asked mildly, arching a dark blonde eyebrow.

Haldir snorted. “I think I was bitten by a very persistent insect,” he answered, tossing a mock-glower over his shoulder at the seneschal. 

“Hmmm,” Glorfindel replied, his expression one of concern. “Perhaps you should let me examine the bite. You would not want it to fester.”

Haldir bit back the snort of laughter that threatened to choke him as he climbed. “I would certainly appreciate your help in the matter.”

Glorfindel grinned, and accepted the hand that Haldir offered, pulling him up from the ladder onto the edge of the flet.  He looked around him appreciatively, admiring the simple yet elegant style of his quarters. His eyes settled on the bed, and he frowned.

“I am afraid I am used to a much larger bed,” he said, his lips curved into an attractive moue. “This one seems a little small, for my purposes.”

Haldir pulled Glorfindel into his embrace and kissed him softly. “I did not think you would be doing anything in this bed but resting, My Lord,” he said, arching an eyebrow meaningfully.

“Ah,” Glorfindel chuckled. “Does the marchwarden enjoy a slightly larger bed?” he asked playfully, nibbling at the curve of Haldir’s ear.

The Silvan Elf sighed with delight. “Yes, My Lord. For rank doth have its privileges.”

< > < > < >

There was, of course, a formal dinner, held in honor of the delegation from Imladris, and although Haldir was seated further down at the great table, he and Glorfindel had no difficulty in exchanging meaningful glances, their eyes occasionally straying to Rúmil and Orophin, who sat on either side of their brother, oblivious to the scheme being hatched around them.

Elladan raised a dark eyebrow and playfully jabbed his brother in the ribs with his elbow, glancing pointedly at the silent exchanges going on between the marchwarden and the seneschal.

“Tonight, do you think?” he asked softly, for his brother’s ears alone.

“Mmm-hmm,” Elrohir answered, his mouth full of berry tart. “Most likely,” he said, once he had swallowed. 

“How do you suppose they want us to go about capturing those two?” Elladan asked thoughtfully, his eyes resting in delightful contemplation on the two Lórien Elves.

Elrohir shrugged, reaching for another slice of berry tart. “I am hoping they will leave that up to us,” he answered with a sly grin, sending a saucy wink to Orophin, who promptly choked on the bite of salad he had just taken. “I have some pretty inventive ideas.”

Elladan chuckled, watching Orophin’s face flush as he managed to swallow the mouthful of food. “I bet you do, gwador. I just bet you do.”

< > < > < >

Haldir heard Orophin sputter and turned with concern, thumping his brother between the shoulder blades unhelpfully, as the younger Elf tried to swallow the bite of salad whole.

“Are you well?” he asked, when Orophin’s coloring returned to normal.

Reaching for a glass of wine, Orophin nodded. “One of Lord Elrond’s sons just winked at me. I do not know which one,” he muttered between sips of wine.

“Oh?” Haldir lifted a dark eyebrow gracefully, glancing up the long table at Elrohir and Elladan. The twins were deeply engaged in conversation with the Erestor and Glorfindel, and were carefully avoiding looking in the marchwarden’s direction.  “Are you sure he was winking at you?” he asked finally, hiding his grin.

Orophin scowled, shifting in his chair edgily. “Well, I am not wholly certain it was me. I suppose he could have been winking at Rúmil.” He gave his younger brother a smirk.

“He was not,” Rúmil declared stoutly, dropping the roll he had been nibbling on. “He was, for certain, winking at you. The other, however, has been making moon-eyes at me all night.”

“Well,” Haldir chuckled, greatly enjoying his brothers discomfiture. “I shall have to have a talk with Glorfindel about the twin sons of Elrond.  My brothers’ affections are not to be toyed with.”  He rose from the table, ignoring the hissing protests from Orophin and Rúmil, and made his way over to where the seneschal sat.

Glorfindel raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched the marchwarden walk gracefully towards the Imladris party, and saw the twinkle of mischief in Haldir’s gray eyes. 

“Glorfindel, a word in private, if I may,” Haldir said loud enough for his brothers to hear. He could hear their inward groans of embarrassment and stifled the urge to chuckle. 

“Certainly, Haldir,” Glorfindel replied graciously, rising from his seat and following the other warrior out of the room.  They stopped at the edge of the flet, leaning on the railing and looking down at the forest floor, the many lights of the Golden Wood twinkling up at them like hundreds of fireflies.

“My brothers are on edge,” Haldir said quietly, his lips curving slightly in a smile. “The twins have been teasing them already.”

“Good. I think this evening will be perfect, then.  Shall I tell them to proceed?” Glorfindel asked softly, reaching out to play with the ends of Haldir’s braid. 

“What will they do?” Haldir asked, feeling only a slight pang of guilt for setting the twins on his two unsuspecting brothers.

“Nothing harmful, meldir, I assure you,” Glorfindel’s warm chuckle teased the sensitive ears of the marchwarden. “I will leave the details to them. Elrohir can be quite inventive when he is motivated.”

Haldir smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement and satisfaction. “I only wish I could be there to see it.”

The seneschal laughed. “Nay, now that would be truly unfair, for your brothers were not witness to your fate, were they?”

The marchwarden’s face flushed slightly as he recalled the humiliation of finding himself naked and helpless, completely at Glorfindel’s mercy, and how quickly his humiliation had turned to passion. No, he was quite relieved his brothers had not been witnesses.

“Shall we return?” Glorfindel asked with a quick smirk, knowing where Haldir’s thoughts had been the moment before. “I will have a word with the twins about their behavior this evening.”

Haldir nodded, carefully schooling his expression into his usual mask of composure. “Yes, we should return.”

Glorfindel’s own expression was serious, although his eyes danced with hidden mirth. Haldir left his side to return to his brothers, and the seneschal made his way over to where Elladan and Elrohir sat. He stepped between their chairs and bent his head to speak for their ears alone.

“I am supposed to be chastising you for your flirtatious behavior towards Rúmil and Orophin, so try to look properly repentant,” he growled softly, pleased when the twins quickly complied, Elladan dropping his head in shame, carefully hiding the sparkle that danced in his eyes.

“I think this evening will work nicely for what we spoke of earlier, if you both are still willing?” Glorfindel continued, his firm expression never wavering.

Elrohir nodded slowly, as if in remorse. “We are still willing.” His voice was strained with holding back his laughter.

Elladan nodded as well. “How long shall we torment them, Glorfindel?” he asked softly, still looking down at his hands, although the seneschal could see the corner of his mouth was quivering.

“Until dawn, should suffice,” Glorfindel answered shortly, rising up quickly. “Now, I expect you to behave as the sons of Lord Elrond, not as two naughty Elflings,” he said louder. “I would not like to bring this to your father’s attention.”

“Yes, Glorfindel,” they answered in unison, their faces perfect masks of contrition.

The Vanya struggled not to laugh, and turned on his heel, taking his seat once more without looking at either twin. Reaching for his wine, he glanced down the table at Haldir and gave him a nod.

Haldir hid his triumphant smile behind his glass of wine.

< > < > < >

Rúmil and Orophin breathed easier after the exchange, and managed to finish their meal without having to field suggestive glances from the dark haired twins. If either felt a pang of regret at no longer having the handsome Elves’ attentions, neither spoke of it.

They said their farewells to their brother, who was deeply engaged in conversation with Glorfindel about the minor points of some battle or another, and left the hall, both feeling the effects of the wine they had consumed with dinner. They did not notice that Elladan and Elrohir excused themselves almost the moment after they did. They did not see the dark-haired twins dart out the side entrancee, while they made their way to the main one. 

They made their way across the flets towards the talan they shared, each lost in their own thoughts, when two silent shadows dropped from the branches above them, knocking them both flat on their faces.

It took several moments for Orophin’s head to clear, and several more for his mind to grasp what was occurring. His assailant took advantage of his befuddlement and had tied his wrists and ankles together with a quick efficiency that spoke of long practice. As his brain finally registered what was going on, a gag was slipped into his mouth.  The weight on his back lifted as his assailant moved off of his prone body.

“Need some help there, gwador?” a masculine voice queried playfully.

“Aye. This one struggles like a greased cat,” came the laughing and breathless reply. “Hold him, and I will get his legs.”  Orophin heard a muffled groan of protest from his brother, and he heard the voice continue. “I am glad I gagged him first, though. He recovered quicker than I would have thought.”

Orophin lifted his head and watched as Elrohir finished tying his brother’s ankles together; Elladan sitting on Rúmil’s back and helping to hold the struggling Elf down.

“There!” Elrohir said in satisfaction. “All tied up like a pretty package.”  He looked over his shoulder at Orophin and smirked. “Two pretty packages, gwador. What luck!”

Rúmil and Orophin were unceremoniously picked up and slung over each twin’s shoulder, and the two Imladris Elves set a quick pace, running nimbly across the flets with ease, finding their way in the lantern lit night.

Rúmil closed his eyes as he bounced precariously against the shoulder of Elrohir, his jaw clenched tightly as he chewed his gag. There was no doubt in his mind who had put the twins up to this; it was far too similar to what he and Orophin had done to Haldir to be a mere coincidence. 

They were dumped like sacks of laundry on the floor of the talan the twins had been assigned, and Elladan wasted no time lighting the candles while Elrohir fastened the door against the night.  

Rúmil struggled to sit up, and felt his brother do the same. He managed to pull his legs underneath him until he was upright, and leaned against the solid weight of Orophin, watching the dark-haired Elves shed their cloaks and finery, until they were both clad in their simple under-tunics.

Elladan sat on the chair across from their captives, smiling wickedly as his eyes roamed freely over their handsome forms. Elrohir sat comfortably at his feet, leaning against his brother’s legs, his own gaze focused on the trussed up Elves.

“Which one do you want?” Elrohir asked his brother playfully.

Elladan made a show of considering them both, as he unbraided his brother’s hair, although he already had his eye on Rúmil. “I do not know, gwador. They are both so very fair, so very beautiful. It is difficult to pick one over the other.”

Elrohir snickered. “Aye. I can only agree. Although Orophin looks to be the stouter of the two, perhaps his stamina will be greater than his brother’s.”

“Hmm,” Elladan nodded. “Yet does not Rúmil have the softest looking lips? And his hair is much finer.”

“True, his lips do look soft and sweet,” Elrohir agreed. “But Orophin has a much nicer bottom, and his legs are far better developed.”

Rúmil’s face flushed red and he closed his eyes, unaware that his brother was doing the same. Both were mortified at the position they found themselves in, and the twins’ teasing and playful compliments did not help their condition. 

“’Tis unfortunate we could not have stripped them first, as they did to Haldir,” Elladan said slyly, smirking when he saw both pairs of blue eyes snap open in shock.

“Ah, yes,” Elrohir nodded, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “But that is a problem easily solved, I suppose.”

Elladan crossed his arms, tapping his lower lip with his finger thoughtfully. “Have you decided which you prefer, gwador? I must admit, it is difficult for me to decide. You should pick first.”

“Hmmm,” Elrohir said. “Then I must choose Orophin, for he is the bolder of the two, and I would most enjoy seeing him at my mercy.”

“Then I shall have Rúmil, for I think I could lose myself in kissing him,” Elladan replied.

“Really?” his twin cocked his head, eyeing the youngest of the Lórien Elves with renewed curiosity and interest. “Perhaps I should taste them myself, to see if they are worthy of you.”

Elladan rolled his eyes and waved toward them as he began taking his own hair down. “Of course, gwador.”

Elrohir rose to his hands and knees and crawled toward the trussed brothers like a predatory cat, smiling wickedly and wetting his lips in anticipation.  Rúmil and Orophin tried, unsuccessfully, to skitter backward and away from him.  He paused, so close to Rúmil that the archer could feel his warm breath upon his face.  Pewter eyes gazed into silver-blue, and his long, sable hair brushed Rúmil’s cheek, his full lips curving into a smile.

“You are so lovely when you tremble, Rúmil.” He licked his lips subtly, “Do not be afraid, I will not harm you.”

Rúmil’s heart raced in his chest. He was not afraid, necessarily, but he was quite nervous.  Elladan and Elrohir were incredibly beautiful, but there was something dangerous and predatory about the twins and that something set both the brothers of Lórien on edge.  

Elrohir’s soft lips caressed Rúmil’s brow and a quiet whimper escaped him.  He felt the Peredhil’s lips smile against his temple and heard him whisper, “Sshhh… just relax, pretty one.  I promise you, I will not harm you.”  Elrohir’s soft, soft lips made their way from his temple to his ear.  His warm, silken tongue slipped out and caressed the curve of his ear before encircling the point, causing Rúmil to utter a muffled cry.  

Orophin tensed against his brother as he heard the cry, and closed his eyes tight, growling through his gag and trying to free himself from his bonds.

Elrohir withdrew from Rúmil, smiling sweetly at him before whispering, “You are sweet, Rúmil, sweet and tender.”  He glanced over his shoulder at Elladan, who smiled and licked his lips.  “Yes, gwador, I think he will do quite nicely for you.”

He then crawled to the object of his interest, and paused in front of Orophin.  The warden’s eyes were wide in apprehension, and as Elrohir leaned in, he shook his head, determined not to surrender as easily as his brother did; he would not be a toy for the twin sons of Elrond.  

Elrohir smiled wickedly and whispered, “Come now, Orophin.  Do not make this difficult, I think if you allow yourself to relax you will find the experience quite pleasurable.”

Orophin shook his head violently and muttered, “Uh-uh.” 

Elrohir furrowed his brow.  “Do you not find me desirable, young Orophin?”

Orophin closed his eyes and frowned, turning his head away.  Elrohir smiled over the Elf’s shoulder at his brother, and Elladan rose from his chair.  “That one may prove difficult, gwador.  He is not so yielding as his brother.”

Elrohir gazed at Orophin’s lovely face.  “Aye, but I enjoy a challenge, you know that.”

Orophin felt the support of his brother fall away as Elladan lifted Rúmil to his feet.  He fell backward clumsily and he looked up to see Elladan holding Rúmil in a close embrace.  The Peredhil’s hands were roaming freely over his brother’s tense body, sliding across his shoulders, down his arms, over the swell of his buttocks, and into his hair.  He heard Rúmil’s soft whimpering cries and he struggled once more against his bonds.  He wanted to scream at his brother not to give in, not to be seduced, but the gag made it impossible to form any coherent words.  

Elrohir came to rest upon Orophin’s thighs, effectively holding him down, and began unbuttoning his tunic.  “Sshhh, now, meldir.  Do not begrudge your brother his pleasure.  It is pleasure you could be experiencing if you would only allow yourself to.”

Orophin watched Rúmil melt into Elladan’s embrace, and as the Peredhil pulled the gag away, he claimed the Silvan archer’s mouth with his own.  Rúmil moaned softly into the kiss and rocked his hips forward.  

Elladan nipped at his lower lip as his hand trailed down the marchwarden’s abdomen, his knuckles grazing the swell in his leggings.  “Ahh, yes.  You are indeed sweet, lovely Rúmil.  Do I please you, meldir?”

Rúmil could barely form a coherent thought, he could hear Orophin trying to chastise him through the gag, but it sounded as though he were on the other side of the world.  As Elladan’s hands roamed appreciatively over his lithe young body, he was unaware of the affect his soft growls and moans had on his captor.  He struggled briefly, frustrated that he could not touch his tormentor, and he reached for him with his mouth.

Orophin watched with dismay as Rúmil’s self-control fell away, although he supposed he should have expected as much;  he was so inexperienced.  Orophin was jerked back to his own predicament when he felt Elrohir’s silken lips upon his chest.  He gasped through the gag in his mouth, and when the Peredhil’s palm slid over the rise in the front of his leggings, he arched reflexively.  He whimpered despite his best efforts to resist.  **By Elbereth, his mouth is magic…** the warden thought, as he moaned helplessly, unable to keep from rocking against the increasing friction created by Elrohir’s hand.

Elrohir purred into his ear, “There now, that is better.  You have two choices as I see it, Orophin.  You can remain here on the floor, half-undressed and bound, watching Elladan and I have our way with your younger brother; or, we can leave Rúmil in my brother’s quite capable hands, and you can let me show you what you would be missing otherwise.”  He drew his tongue along the marchwarden’s ear before whispering, “Now, which shall it be?”  

Orophin waggled his head, trying to spit out the gag, and Elrohir smiled.  The Peredhil’s lips caressed his ear again, causing Orophin to moan and writhe beneath him.  Elrohir could feel the result of his efforts pressing into his own burgeoning arousal and he laughed softly, his warm breath fluttering against Orophin’s ear.  

“Well now, you wish to tell me something do you?  I will remove your gag, but only if you promise to behave; if you do not, it will promptly go back in.  Understood?”

Orophin nodded vigorously and Elrohir removed the gag from his mouth.  The marchwarden coughed and sputtered, “Be careful with him, please. He is not as experienced as you.”  

Elrohir’s eyes widened and he smiled as he looked up at his brother, who lay next to Rúmil on the bed.  Elladan had removed the ropes around the young archer’s ankles, but had not yet untied his wrists.  Elladan pried his mouth away from Rúmil’s hungry lips as he looked back over his shoulder at Orophin.  He looked back at Rúmil with a tender smile.  

“Oh this is twice as good, not only are you sweet and soft, but you are young and inexperienced.”  He dipped his mouth to Rúmil’s ear, his voice a low murmur. “I will teach you all that you wish to know, lirimaer.”

Rúmil gasped, “Aniron…”

Elladan caressed the archer’s lips with his fingers. “Yes, mir nín?  What do you desire?”

Rúmil whispered breathlessly, “Lle…”

Elladan smiled, “And you shall have me.”

Orophin looked imploringly into Elrohir’s eyes, and the Peredhil answered softly, “Have no fear, sweet Orophin, Elladan will bed him well and he will not misuse him.”  He dipped his mouth to Orophin’s, and teased his lips with his tongue, “And as for you, I plan to use you until there is nothing left.”  He pressed a punishing kiss to the marchwarden’s lips and Orophin moaned in response. 

Orophin felt Elrohir lift him from the floor and sling him over his shoulder again.  He grunted as the Peredhil flung him on the bed, next to his brother and Elladan.  He looked over at Rúmil, his eyes widening slightly in surprise; his brother’s eyes were dilated with passion, and his lips swollen from kissing.  Elladan had already removed Rúmil’s tunic, leaving his bare chest exposed to his hungry lips.  His younger brother’s moans and plaintive cries echoed in his ears and Orophin clamped his eyes shut, Rúmil’s name dancing soundlessly across his lips.  He felt Elrohir’s weight press him into the bed and he opened his eyes again.  

Elrohir gazed at him knowingly; his own eyes dark with desire.  He dipped his mouth to Orophin’s ear.  “I see what is in your mind, Orophin, for I too know what it is to love a brother.  He will lie in your arms before this night is over, this I promise.”

Elrohir’s words caused him to shiver with passion.  He whispered into the Peredhil’s ear, “Untie me, melethron.”

Elrohir laughed softly, “In due time, nín bain, in due time.”  He slid down and untied Orophin’s ankles, and as he returned to his waiting lips he felt the archer wrap a leg around him.  He rocked his arousal against Orophin, purring in his ear and nibbling the sensitive point.

“Untie me…” he whispered again, and Elrohir chuckled.  

“Why are you in such a rush, dear Orophin?  Perhaps you want me to free your hands so you can throttle me, hmm?”

Orophin struggled to speak. “No.  I want…”

Elrohir whispered into the archer’s ear, “What?”

“I want to touch you, I want to feel your flesh beneath my hands.”

Elrohir smiled and rose to his knees, removing his tunic and flinging it to the floor.  He rolled Orophin to his side and untied his wrists, gasping when the marchwarden grasped his shoulders and pinned him to the bed.

< > < >  < >

Rúmil was lost to the sensations Elladan’s clever hands and mouth were wreaking on his body, feeling the fire of passion burn so brightly within him it threatened to consume him.  He struggled against the ties that held his arms, frustrated at being helpless and vulnerable to the other Elf’s caresses, without being able to return them in kind. Elladan’s lips nipped his teasingly, before returning to his chest, licking and biting his way across the smooth muscles, before settling himself comfortably between Rúmil’s legs, taking the archer’s nipple deeply into his mouth.

“Ai!” Rúmil gasped, tossing his head against the pillow as he felt Elladan press his arousal against his own hardened and throbbing length. “Saes, melethron!”

The dark-haired Peredhil rolled his eyes upwards and watched as Rúmil pleaded softly, his face flushed with need. “Hush,” he murmured, licking his way down the young warrior’s stomach. “I will not be hurried.”  He paused at Rúmil’s navel took a moment to explore it with his tongue.  The Silvan arched his back, biting his lips as Elladan moved lower, pressing his mouth against the bulge in the fabric of Rúmil’s leggings.

“Hmm,” Elladan smiled smugly. “Is this what you want, mír nin?”

“Yes!” the younger Elf bit out, straining to press his arousal against him. “Saes!”

“You beg so nicely,” Elladan purred, his fingers reaching for the lacings of Rúmil’s leggings. “How can I refuse?”  Swiftly he untied the lacings, sliding the leggings down his captive’s body in a quick motion, freeing the young warrior’s arousal to his burning gaze.  “Mmm,” he said, giving the smooth column of flesh a long and teasing lick. “Very nice.”

Rúmil sobbed breathlessly as he felt the wet heat of Elladan’s mouth envelop his length, the suction of his lips and friction of his tongue against his hardened flesh nearly driving him over the edge. 

Elladan heard Rúmil’s breath coming in short, quick pants, and he slowed his caress, leaving the throbbing length of the other Elf’s arousal to venture lower, licking the vulnerable flesh beneath, delighting in the shiver that wracked Rúmil’s body. His tongue found the tender opening to the young warrior’s body, and explored the secret heat he found there, his firm hands holding Rúmil still as the Elf thrashed and cried out beneath him.

Elrohir watched the play of emotions on Orophin’s face as he saw Rúmil succumb to the caresses of his brother, and smiled wickedly, taking the moment of distraction to press his advantage, his hands sliding down to firmly grip the Lórien Elf’s delectable bottom, pressing his hips upward and pressing his arousal against the heat of the other. Startled, Orophin glanced down, and Elrohir captured his lips with his own.

Orophin groaned into the silky heat of the Peredhil’s mouth, his tongue darting in to sample the moist warmth, his tongue brushing against the velvety softness of Elrohir’s lips. He felt the dark beauty reach for the ties of his leggings and shifted his body to allow him better access, sighing with relief and pleasure as his arousal sprang free from its confinement. 

Elrohir slid the golden Elf’s leggings down his muscular legs as far as he could reach, and felt Orophin kick them the rest of the way off. His hands swept up the newly revealed flesh of the warden’s legs, pausing briefly to cup the round cheeks of his buttocks, before sliding slowly up the curve of Orophin’s back. He opened his mouth to the Silvan’s kiss, vying for dominance, for although he was pinned underneath the other Elf, he had no intention of losing control over the situation. His fingers moved lightly, dancing over the smooth muscles of Orophin’s shoulders, before sliding into the satin warmth of his silver hair. Gripping his face gently, Elrohir deepened his kiss, plundering the depths of the mouth he held captive with his own. 

Orophin’s grip on Elrohir’s shoulders slackened as he lost himself to the depths of the Peredhil’s kiss, his body humming with his growing need. He pressed himself against the lithe body beneath him, rubbing his aching shaft against the material that covered Elrohir’s arousal.  He felt the hands leave his face to grip his own, sliding them from the dark-haired Elf’s shoulders and holding them tightly imprisoned in their sure grip against the mattress. 

Elrohir drew back from his kiss, and smiled up at the golden archer, arching his hips to grind against the other’s arousal teasingly. Orophin could not free his hands from the Peredhil’s grasp, and Elrohir held him captive this way, trailing kisses across the column of the marchwarden’s throat, and continuing to slowly grind his hips against the archer’s. 

He realized that although he thought he had the upper hand by pinning the Peredhil beneath him, it was Elrohir who continued to dictate and control the situation, and Orophin found himself trembling with need as the wicked and leisurely torment of his body continued. He could not touch the Elf beneath him, but neither could the warrior touch him, save for the caress of his lips and the press of his body against Orophin’s arousal.  It was maddening, and as Elrohir’s tongue flicked against the hollow of his throat, the archer knew one of them would have to give in to the other if any satisfaction was to be had.  He groaned deeply, his need warring with his pride; he did not want to give in. He did not want to submit, yet as the Peredhil’s talented tongue teased its way down his chest and fastened on his nipple, Orophin had to admit that his firm resolve was dangerously close to crumbling.

Watching Orophin’s responses and listening to his ragged breathing was pleasurable in itself, and Elrohir knew well the battle the archer waged within his mind. The only way Orophin would find any release would be to give up what little control he had left, for Elrohir would not give him what he wanted any other way. He could find his pleasure in tormenting the warden without seeking his own release, if necessary, but he would not release the tight grip he had on Orophin’s hands until he was certain the other Elf would yield willingly to him.

Rúmil’s eyes were closed, his face slack with his need, and he moaned shamelessly as he felt a slender finger circle his opening, teasing the tender and sensitive flesh, still wet from Elladan’s tongue. Never before had he felt so undone by another, never had he given himself up so willingly to the desire that wracked his slender frame. The Peredhil’s hands and tongue were magic, bringing his senses to such a heightened state as he had never thought existed before, and he cried out, shuddering when he felt the exploring finger slide into him, pressing gently against the untried flesh.

Elladan felt the tightness of his captive surround his finger, the muscles quivering against him as he pressed deeper into the heat of Rúmil’s body.  The young archer cried out, his eyes fluttering open as he gave voice to his desire.  Slowly, gently, he set a careful rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of the golden body that trembled before him, a light sheen of sweat glistening faintly on Rúmil’s fair skin.  Sliding his other hand up the young warden’s lean thigh, Elladan enveloped the hardened length that throbbed against Rúmil’s stomach, caressing his arousal in smooth and even strokes.

His body tightened inexorably under Elladan’s hands as he felt himself reach his pinnacle. Another finger slid into him, and Rúmil gasped at the invasion, the pleasure of it overwhelming him completely. He cried out, and his release was muffled by Elladan’s mouth, pressing against his, swallowing his cries as he bucked and shuddered, the warmth of his seed spilling over the other warrior’s hand. 

Orophin heard his brother cry out and lost the battle within, his firm resolve crumbling away at the sound of Rúmil’s passion. He relaxed his body completely against Elrohir, silently yielding to the dark-haired Elf, wordlessly pleading for his own release.

Elrohir smiled against his neck and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft flesh.  His battle won, he would not be cruel, and he would give Orophin everything he wanted and ever dreamed of, even what he would not ask for.

Orophin found himself upon his back once again, the move so elegant and subtle that he did not realize it until it was done.  Elrohir’s hands were everywhere, but not in a frantic or fumbling sort of way.  The Peredhil caressed his body as if it were the string of his bow, as if he knew it as well as he knew his own.  Orophin moaned and sighed, his body trembling with desire, Rúmil’s plaintive whimpers resonating in his ears as Elladan continued his torment.  

Elrohir worked his way down the Silvan’s hardened torso, the tip of his tongue exploring the contours of muscle.  He felt goose flesh raise across Orophin’s stomach as his lips paused and his warm tongue explored the small indentation in the center of his abdomen.  

Orophin arched powerfully and bit back a cry as the Peredhil’s hand slid between his legs, grasping the warm weight that lay just below his arousal, giving the tender flesh a gentle squeeze.  **By Elbereth, how long will he torment me thus?** he thought to himself.  He wadded the bedcovers in his hands, afraid to touch the Peredhil, lest he handle him roughly. 

Elrohir smiled against his abdomen as he felt the flesh constrict in his hand, and felt Orophin’s arousal twitch beneath him. “Tell me what you want, Orophin,” he whispered huskily. “Ask me for it…”

“Touch me.”

Elrohir chuckled, “I am touching you, melethron.  Or perhaps I am being to gentle?”  He gave the archer’s sensitive flesh another squeeze, this one harder, and Orophin cried out and arched his powerful back.

A litany of erotic words spilled from Orophin’s mouth and he heard a chuckle come from Elladan.  He heard Rúmil whimper and he opened his eyes to see Elladan’s face floating above his own.  

“He is wicked, is he not?  I am never sure whether I should throttle him or plead with him when he does that…” The elder twin’s tongue darted out and tasted Orophin’s lips before returning to his own captive.

Orophin groaned, “By Elbereth, Elrohir, I am begging you, please, please…”

Elrohir flicked his tongue against the marchwarden’s weeping tip and chucked, “Please what?”

“Put your mouth on me, please.”

Elrohir smiled and brushed his lips through the soft hair that grew around the base of the archer’s arousal.  “As you wish, rwalaer.”

Orophin groaned loudly as he felt the warm, wet embrace of Elrohir’s mouth upon his heated length.  Relentlessly the Peredhil pumped his arousal, a warm, wet, swirling suction that drove him out of his mind.   He felt Elrohir’s fingers knead the flesh and muscle on his hips and he spread his legs further, feeling one hand slip underneath him.  He was almost undone when he felt his body breached by one of Elrohir’s fingers.  More erotic words, almost unintelligible, spilled from his lips.  He prayed to every deity and heroic ancestor he could remember the name of as he felt his climax grow ever closer.  

Elrohir smiled at Orophin’s response to his forceful intrusion; it seemed he had a bit more experience than his brother.  He slid the finger in and out, sliding a second in, then a third, all of which were accepted greedily.  He swallowed Orophin deeper and felt his lean body tightening beneath him in response. He heard the Lórien Elf cry out wordlessly and felt his arousal twitch in his mouth before the warm rush of the Silvan archer’s seed filled his throat. 

He slowly rose, looking across to Elladan, who had untied Rúmil’s wrists and flipped him to his stomach.  Rúmil had his knees drawn up underneath him and spread wide, his head resting upon his forearms.  The young archer was moaning and quivering, whimpering as Elladan tasted him once again, then gasping with apprehension as he felt warm oil drizzle over his buttocks.  Elladan had already stripped his own leggings away, and silently, he offered the vial of oil to Elrohir.

Elrohir left Orophin for only a moment as he took the vial from his brother, coating his own hand and wrapping it firmly around his brother’s arousal.  He squeezed and stroked it, working the oil in, and it was Elladan’s turn to nearly be undone.  The elder twin’s head rolled back as he moaned, he steadied himself with his hands upon Rúmil’s hips as Elrohir prepared him to enter the lithe archer.  Elrohir placed a soft kiss upon his lips before returning to his own lover.  

Elladan placed himself at Rúmil’s opening, and slowly entered him, gently pushing past the ring of muscle that endeavored to keep him out, sliding inside the young archer’s quivering body an inch at a time.

“Hurts.” Rúmil gasped, shuddering with the intensity of it.

Elladan stroked his back and held very still.  “Ssshh, relax, lirimaer.  It will feel good, I promise.  I will go slowly.”

Orophin felt his arousal reawaken as he saw the way had Elrohir touched his twin, smoothing the oil on Elladan’s hardened length in lingering strokes.  He had done that to Rúmil in his dreams, time and again, and a delicious shudder went through him at the thought.  Slowly his mind began to awaken from his fog as he heard his brother’s quiet protest.  “What?  What is happening, is he all right?”

Elrohir tossed his leggings aside and returned to Orophin, his hair falling around him like a dark shroud.  “’Tis all right, Orophin.  Elladan will not hurt him. I promise.”

Orophin gasped again as he felt Elrohir’s oiled fingers slide inside him, preparing his body for his penetration.  The fingers were removed quickly, and the Peredhil gathered his strong legs up in his arms, positioning himself at Orophin’s entrance, before sheathing himself in the Silvan’s tight heat in one smooth thrust.  

He groaned as he felt the passage constrict around him, and Orophin arched his back and cried out, bucking back against Elrohir.  After a few cursory thrusts, he set a steady pace, driving deeply inside the archer’s strong body and striking his mark with unerring accuracy.  Orophin’s arousal went hard immediately, and he was moaning and whimpering with each delicious and punishing thrust.  Elrohir took him in his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts, driving him onward to his completion.  

Orophin gave a hoarse cry as he climaxed a second time, his constricting passage causing Elrohir to shudder, groaning as he spilled his own release deep inside him.

Elladan moved slowly, and had no need to go faster, as Rúmil was so incredibly tight against his length.  The archer’s limber young body swayed, forward and back with each gentle thrust, his whimpers of pain turning quickly to cries of passion.  Elladan’s brow was beaded with sweat, as he struggled to hold back his release, but felt the end coming fast.  He reached forward and stroked Rúmil’s arousal, hearing the young Silvan give a keening moan as he brought him to completion, the slender body shaking with the intensity of his release. Elladan thrust forward once more into the trembling body, burying himself deeply as he climaxed, giving a soft cry as he flooded Rúmil with his essence.  He rested against Rúmil’s back for a moment before slowly withdrawing from the archer’s trembling body, his chest heaving with his labored breath as he lay beside the completely spent form.

Elrohir nudged Rúmil aside, and the young archer rolled into his brother’s arms, heedless of the fact that they were both naked and covered in their own seed.  Orophin gathered Rúmil into his arms and caressed his hair, placing soft kisses upon his forehead, trembling slightly at the feel of his brother’s warm flesh against his own.  

Curling easily into Elladan’s arms, Elrohir rolled over and looked at Orophin as Elladan wrapped his arms around him, conforming his body to that of his younger twin.  Identical pairs of pewter eyes gazed across the narrow bed into Orophin’s blue-gray ones, and  Elrohir blinked at him sleepily, giving the Silvan Elf a gentle smile.  

“Did I not promise you he would lie in your arms before the night was over?” he whispered softly, his gaze resting with affection on the two Lórien brothers, lying contentedly in each others arms.

Orophin nodded silently, a grateful smile crossing his lips. “Aye, you did,” he whispered in return.  He watched the twins rest peacefully in one another’s arms and could not imagine either of them in the arms of anyone else.  He wondered if that was how he and Rúmil looked at that moment, so perfectly matched and beautifully in love.  With a contented smile, he closed his own eyes and concentrated on the sweet, soft sound of Rúmil’s breathing.

< > < > < >

Haldir grunted as he fell backward, impacting the mattress and sinking beneath the Eldar’s weight.  Glorfindel growled playfully as he tugged at the marchwarden’s tunic, anxious to remove anything that stood between him and the object of his desire.  “I had nearly forgotten how good you tasted, melethron,” he purred, tossing the piece of clothing over his shoulder carelessly. “It has been far too long since I have had you in my bed.”

“Mmmph!” Haldir replied, his mouth suddenly occupied as the Vanya captured his lips with his own.  Fingers tugged impatiently at the lacings of his leggings, and Haldir moved to help him, only to have his hands slapped away. 

“No, do not help me,” Glorfindel admonished softly, punishing his mouth with bruising kisses. “I want to unwrap you like the gift you are.”

Haldir smiled, tipping his head back to expose the long length of his neck to Glorfindel’s teasing mouth, sighing with pleasure as he felt the seneschal’s clever fingers undo the knot at his waist, loosening the ties that held his leggings. “Of course, it is *my* bed we are currently in,” he managed, before gasping when he felt those talented fingers work their way past the material to grasp his hardening length, stroking it deftly.

A pleased rumble rolled from the Vanya’s chest as he caressed the silver archer, his hands growing slick with Haldir’s already weeping arousal.  He tugged the leggings past the slender hips, sliding them down with his free hand until they pooled at marchwarden’s feet. Glorfindel smiled when Haldir kicked them away, and resumed his caress, leaning down to claim his lover’s lips once more.

Haldir moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly in rhythm with Glorfindel’s strokes, his breath coming in steady, shallow gasps. “Ai, melethron,” he managed, rolling his eyes up at the golden warrior. “You would undo me quickly.”

“Hmm,” Glorfindel grinned wickedly. “But you are quick to recover, if my memory serves me rightly.”  His other hand slid over the muscles of Haldir’s chest, teasing the pale nipples until they hardened beneath his fingers, his strokes on the Marchwarden’s length increasing slightly, until the archer was moaning in sheer abandon.  He watched Haldir give into the sensation, delighting in his cries as he brought the Marchwarden to his release, the beautiful body arching gloriously under his hand as the warmth of his seed spilled from his body.

Haldir looked up through half-closed eyes, watching the golden beauty quickly divest himself of his robes with eager and greedy eyes. Although momentarily sated, his hunger for the seneschal was still there, and watching the play of graceful muscles beneath Glorfindel’s flawless skin brought his desire to the fore once again.

Draping his robes carelessly across the back of a chair, Glorfindel returned quickly to Haldir’s embrace, sliding his body with delicious friction against the warmth of his lover’s skin.  He bent his head and claimed the archer’s lips for his own, his hands sliding across the smooth heat of Haldir’s chest possessively. He lifted his head for a moment, and raised an eyebrow, glancing at the evidence of the marchwarden’s returning arousal with a pleased smirk.

“See, it did not take you long at all, nín bain,” he purred smugly, before bending his head to capture Haldir’s lips once more.

Haldir groaned against Glorfindel’s mouth, his legs opening to allow the seneschal to press between his thighs. The warrior settled his body between them, pressing them further apart as his hips ground slowly against Haldir’s, dragging their arousals against each other.  He felt his lover’s lips leave his and travel teasingly across his chin and down his throat, sucking at the sensitive flesh just beneath Haldir’s ear, eliciting another groan from the marchwarden.

“I want you now,” Glorfindel murmured huskily against his skin, before raising his head to meet Haldir’s gaze. “I cannot wait.”

The archer nodded; he could not deny the golden beauty his desire. Wordlessly, he reached for the small vial of oil he had placed on his bedside table and handed it to Glorfindel, licking his lips in anticipation.

The Seneschal eyed the lovely body below him for a moment, before shaking his head. “On your knees, Haldir,” he demanded softly. “Turn around.”

Gray eyes opened wide in surprise, and for a moment, Glorfindel wondered if the Marchwarden would refuse his request.  

“Please, meldir,” he added, and earned himself a quick smile from Haldir. 

The silver archer sat up, pulling Glorfindel into his arms for a moment and kissing him thoroughly, before releasing him and turning, rising to his knees and resting his head on his forearms.

Glorfindel sucked in his breath at the lovely site presented to him, his arousal throbbing almost painfully in response, and he wasted little time, pouring the slick oil over his fingers and pushing them gently into Haldir’s opening.  He bent low over the curved back, his tongue licking its way slowly up the archer’s spine, and he felt Haldir arch in response.

Haldir had tensed slightly at the invasion, but gave himself into the sensation of being opened as Glorfindel prepared him, his fingers scissoring gently within the tight confines of his body, spreading the oil deeply inside of him. The Vanya’s clever tongue found the sensitive ridges on Haldir’s spine, and he shuddered at the sensation, arching his back as he felt the hot, wet line the warrior licked across his skin. He felt those long fingers brush against the hidden bundle of nerves and cried out as a fiery jolt of pleasure shot through him. The Vanya’s fingers withdrew, leaving him feeling empty and aching for more.

He poured a bit more oil into his palm and set the bottle aside, coating his hardened length thoroughly, before positioning himself at the entrance to Haldir’s body. Grasping the lean hips of his lover, he gently pushed his arousal against the tight ring of muscles, slipping past them and into the glorious heat within, a low moan of pleasure escaping his lips.

The pain of Glorfindel’s entry was keen for a moment, and a brief tremor racked Haldir’s body as he tried to accept the hardened length that now impaled him. He had not lain with another since leaving Imladris, and it took several moments for his body to adjust.

Glorfindel stroked the quivering back of his lover, whispering soothing words of encouragement, content for the moment to simply be sheathed within Haldir’s warmth, waiting for the trembling muscles to relax and accept his intrusion. The marchwarden was tight against him, and he reached forward to grasp Haldir’s length, stroking it deftly, feeling the body beneath his finally yield.

Slowly, Glorfindel thrust, angling his body so that he struck Haldir’s mark, hearing the sweet groans the marchwarden gave as he arched his back, his hips flexing to meet each driving thrust, driving the Vanya deeper and deeper within him.  A rumbling groan escaped his own lips as he felt Haldir’s body tense around him, and heard the Silvan utter a hoarse cry as his release came. Rocking his hips forward, he drove his length into the quivering body of his lover, feeling the tight muscles spasm around him as he reached his climax, spilling his seed deep within Haldir’s welcoming heat.

Haldir felt Glorfindel rest his weight against him, placing a soft and tender kiss on his neck, before slowly withdrawing from the marchwarden’s body. The mattress dipped slightly beneath them as Glorfindel rolled to his side, stretching his body like a contented cat. The Vanya’s arm snaked out and pulled Haldir against him, cradling the silver head against his broad chest, his hands making idle patterns against the smooth skin of the archer’s back.

“One could get very used to this,” the seneschal mused softly, playing with the end of one of Haldir’s braids. “I do not suppose you have ever considered duty elsewhere?” His eyebrow raised playfully as he looked down at his lover’s face.

Haldir grinned. “Nay, my Lord. I would not wish to leave these woods, nor My Lady’s service, no matter how tempting the idea may be.”  He raised his head slightly, and pressed a quick kiss against Glorfindel’s mouth. “Though a very tempting idea it is, the thought of you warming my bed on cold Imladris nights.” He chuckled wickedly, running his thumb over the Vanya’s lower lip.

Glorfindel smirked. “I think it far more likely that it would be you who would be warming *my* bed, not the other way around.”

“Hmmph,” Haldir replied, leaning his head against Glorfindel’s chest once more. “I suppose we could compromise,” he chuckled softly. “You warm my bed in Lothlórien, I warm yours in Imladris.”

“Seems fair enough,” Glorfindel replied with a grin, lowering his head to capture Haldir’s lower lip with his teeth.

Haldir closed his eyes, sighing when the seneschal released his lip. “I wonder how my brothers are fairing?” he asked, opening his eyes once more, his gray eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Hmm,” Glorfindel replied, his fingers wandering slowly over the relaxed and pliant form of his lover, feeling his desire begin to quicken once more. “I think your brothers will be quite tired tomorrow. Perhaps you should be kind, and give them a day of rest to recover.”

A low moan escaped him as the seneschal dipped his head to lick one of Haldir’s pale nipples playfully, the caress sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. “I, ah…may have to…Ai!” he cried out, arching as one of Glorfindel’s hands encircled his shaft, stroking the rapidly hardening length slowly, teasingly.

“Perhaps you will require a day of rest yourself, my dear Marchwarden,” Glorfindel chuckled softly, delighting in the sensuous groans Haldir was giving in response to his caresses. “For I am certainly not through with you yet.”

“Nor am I with you…” Haldir growled as he grasped the Vanya’s wrists, pinning them to the bed.  

Glorfindel chuckled, “You know how I adore it when you are forceful, melethron.”

Haldir smiled as he dipped his tongue to Glorfindel’s ear.  “We are well matched, meldir.  Each of us presents an equal challenge to the other.  I do not know that I could go back to having lovers that were soft and yielding, not after tasting what you have offered.”

Glorfindel sighed as the marchwarden’s tongue caressed the curve of his ear.  “Nor could I, Haldir, nor could I.”

Haldir gazed into Glorfindel’s azure eyes thoughtfully.  A question had been weighing on his mind, a question he wanted an answer to, but was afraid to ask.  

Glorfindel blinked slowly and smiled, “I sense you wish to say something.”

Haldir nodded and swallowed.  “Have you taken other lovers, since…?”

The warrior’s smile broadened.  “No, Haldir.  I have not lain with another since you left Imladris.  What of you? Have you taken other lovers?  If you have, do not be afraid to tell me, I would not be hurt.  We have made no promises to one another.”

Haldir leaned just a bit closer and whispered against the Eldar’s lips, “Nay, my Lord, I have not.  For what need do I have of another, after sharing your bed?”

Glorfindel whispered, “I would have it stay that way, if you were so inclined, meldir.”

Haldir’s heart jumped in his chest, feeling almost dizzy with happiness.  He had never known another that he felt so comfortable with, so happy with, and yes, so safe with, though he loathed to admit it.  Even he had nights when he wanted to feel safe and protected, especially after having seen all that he had in his life.  Glorfindel did that for him; in the golden warrior’s arms he could drop the pretense of always being strong.  He did not have to be the leader when he was with the warrior, but he could be, when he desired to.  

He nuzzled the Vanya’s ear and whispered, “I am so inclined, Glorfindel.  I desire no other…” he took a deep breath and continued, “meleth nín.”  He felt the Eldar’s wrists slip from his grasp and his strong arms encircle him.

Glorfindel pressed his lips to Haldir’s ear and whispered, “Nor do I, a’maelamin, you are all that I need and want.  My brave Marchwarden.”

Haldir pulled away for a moment, his brow furrowed.  “Do you make fun of me?”

Glorfindel’s smile faded, “’Nay, my warrior, I do not.  Your brave service has not escaped my notice over the years.  You reputation as a warrior has spread farther than you believe.” He caressed Haldir’s face, “I would be honored to fight at your side, Haldir.  I would be honored to call you my lover.”

Haldir smiled sheepishly, “Now I feel foolish.”

Glorfindel chuckled, “You are foolish, sometimes.  That is one of the things I have grown to love about you, Haldir.”  He caressed the marchwarden’s lips with his own. “But it is only one of many.”  He teased his lover’s lips with his tongue, “Now, are you going to make love to me or not?”

Haldir smiled and caressed the Eldar’s powerful chest with one of his hands, and took an already taut nipple between finger and thumb and gave it a twist.  

The Vanya barked in half-hearted protest, “Ai!  Haldir!”

 “Glorfindel!” The marchwarden mocked before smiling broadly.

The Eldar laughed in spite of the mild discomfort and Haldir smiled wickedly.  “If you breathe one word of what I said to anyone…”

Glorfindel smiled in return.  “Are you suggesting we continue to keep our relationship a secret?”

Haldir’s expression softened, “Nay, meleth nín, I am only warning you not to let anyone know of my… vulnerability.”

The Vanya smiled, “I would never reveal that secret, a’maelamin, it is safe with me.  Not even a Balrog could drag it from me.”

Haldir growled and attacked the Eldar’s neck with his mouth as Glorfindel sighed with pleasure.

*    *    *    *

Orophin awoke to find himself and Rúmil alone in the twins’ bed; Rúmil still wrapped around him, contentedly snuggled close to his older brother.  As the sense of disorientation faded from waking in a bed that was unfamiliar, Orophin slowly began to remember the events of the night before.  Unconsciously he began to stroke his brother’s back as he remembered the sweet music of Rúmil’s passion given voice, and the undeniable pleasure his own body experienced at the hands of Elrohir.  He pressed a kiss to the top of his brother’s head and his arousal stirred as he remembered the knowing gaze of Elrohir.  Somehow, the Peredhil had looked into his eyes and seen all that was there; somehow, he had seen past the mask of brotherly love that Orophin wore, straight to his heart and found what he had hidden so well.  Orophin had always loved Rúmil more than anything, and as his younger brother had grown to his majority, he found he wanted him more than anyone ever before. 

A soft murmur escaped Rúmil’s lips as he snuggled closer to his brother, and Orophin’s breath caught in his throat when he heard him whisper, “Orophin…”  He stroked his hair and whispered in return, “I am here, Rúmil.  I am here, meleth nín.”

“Amin mela le, Orophin.” Rúmil sleepily whispered.

“Amin mela le, my sweet Rúmil.” Orophin whispered in return.  He gave his younger brother a gentle squeeze and closed his eyes, content to savor holding him in his arms, for the moment.

*    *    *    *

Elrohir lay upon his stomach in Glorfindel’s bed and he smiled when he felt Elladan’s weight come to rest upon him.  His elder brother covered his body with his own and pressed his lips to his ear.  

“You were masterful last night, gwador.  For a moment I had my doubts that you could turn Orophin from his steadfast refusal.  But his resolve was no match for your powers of seduction.”  Elladan nuzzled Elrohir’s ear with his lips.

Elrohir sighed and smiled.  “As were you, gwador.  Watching you deflower young Rúmil brought back so many memories for me.”

Elladan’s hands caressed his brother’s arms as he whispered, “What memories would those be, gwador?”

Elrohir laughed softly, “You know of what I speak, Elladan.  But if you must hear it, it brought back memories of our first time; when you came to me and deflowered me in my own bed.”

Elladan sighed, “Ah yes, you were so beautiful, so frightened, yet so wanton at the same time.  Your soft sighs and gentle, yielding body undid me, Elrohir.  From the moment of our first kiss I was lost to you forever.”

Elrohir sighed, “As I have been lost to you, from the very beginning.  No matter how many we take to our bed, I will never love another as I do you, Elladan.”

Elladan smiled, “Nor will I, gwador, nor will I.”

Elrohir chuckled, “Where do you think our seneschal is?”

Elladan smiled and rested his head on top of Elrohir’s. “I would imagine if we were to seek him in Haldir’s talan we would find him there.”  He felt Elrohir shift underneath him and he lifted his weight, allowing his brother to roll over beneath him.

Elrohir opened his legs and wrapped one around Elladan and smiled. “I would prefer to wait for him here.  If I only knew when he would return, I would ravage you given the time.”

Elladan smiled, “We have the rest of eternity to ravage one another, Elrohir.  As much as I hate to admit it, ‘twould be best if we were not caught.”

Elrohir nodded slowly.  “Aye, I suppose this is true.  To flaunt our love would only bring trouble.”

Elladan nodded.  “As long as we do not display our affection, no one will question us.”

Elrohir caressed his brother’s face, “Orophin loves Rúmil as I love you, gwador.”

Elladan smiled gently, “Yes, I could see that.  I almost feel guilty having been the one to take him for the first time, but I could not help myself.  Do you think Orophin will forgive me?”

Elrohir smiled, “I think he already has.  How could he harbor anger toward us, when it is we who put them together?  Orophin would never have sought his brother’s love, not without a ‘push’ from someone.”

Elladan rolled off his brother and lay upon his back, gathering his brother into his arms.  “I suppose you are right, gwador.”  He caressed Elrohir’s hair and whispered, “Amin mela le, Elrohir.”

Elrohir smiled, “Amin mela le, Elladan.” He sighed, “I suppose we are to wait here for Glorfindel then?”

Elladan yawned then answered, “Aye, I think that would be the best plan. I am quite sleepy, perhaps I will take a little nap.”

Elrohir wrapped an arm around his brother, “You sleep, gwador.  I will stay awake until he comes.”

*    *    *    *

Elrohir heard the sounds of his tutor’s nearly silent footsteps coming up the ladder to his talan.  He extricated himself from Elladan’s grasp and roused his brother, sitting up and quickly smoothing his robes and arranging his braids as Elladan did the same.  When Glorfindel entered his flet he found the twins sitting upon the bed, hands folded in their laps and satisfied smiles upon their faces.

“Well now… the two of you look as the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary.” The Vanya smiled wickedly as he crossed the room and sat in a chair beside the bed.  “Tell me, are the brothers of Haldir thoroughly ravished?”

Elladan looked at Elrohir and smiled, “Aye, Glorfindel, they are.  I fear they will be useless for the better part of the day.”  Elrohir snickered and leaned over, bumping his brother with his shoulder.

Elrohir smiled, “They did put up a bit of a fight, Orophin was particularly resistant, but I changed his mind soon enough.”

Elladan grinned, “Aye, and Rúmil struggled like a greased cat in the beginning, but he quickly folded.”

Glorfindel smiled broadly.  “Excellent.”  He stood and stretched and yawned before continuing, “Meet Haldir and I in the meadow by the training grounds after the midday meal.  ‘Tis a holiday and the area should be deserted.  I am sure Haldir will delight in a full report on the revenge he has achieved on his brothers.”

The twins rose from the bed and bowed their heads, “Yes, seneschal.”  They left the Vanya in his flet and returned to their own.

< > < > < >

Haldir paced beneath the shade of the towering Mallorn, his brow slightly furrowed with concern as he waited for Elladan and Elrohir to arrive. He had not seen his brothers since the previous night, and he was more than a bit concerned – it was not at all like them to miss their morning meal.   

“Do not worry so, a’maelamin,” Glorfindel chided gently, watching his lover pace as he relaxed against the silver trunk of the tree. “Your brothers are fine.”

“They did not come to break their fast,” Haldir replied. “That is unlike them. They are usually the first ones there.”

The seneschal chuckled. “I would think that perhaps they were more in need of rest than of food. The twins can be quite energetic when properly motivated.”

Haldir rolled his eyes, smirking at the mental image Glorfindel’s words provoked. He heard the light footsteps of the twins and looked up from his thoughts.

“Haldir,” Elladan smiled at him wickedly. “How fare you this day?”

“I am well,” he replied, feeling the tension in his shoulders relax slightly as he saw their light expressions. “How fare my brothers?”  

“They are tired,” Elrohir chuckled, stopping beside his brother and giving Haldir a knowing grin. 

“Quite tired,” Elladan added, his expression mirroring his Twin’s. “But unharmed.”

Haldir’s eyebrow lifted gracefully and he felt his lips curve into a smile. “Glorfindel tells me your endeavor was successful?”

Both twins smirked, glancing at their tutor. “Oh yes,” Elladan nodded. “Very much so,” Elrohir added.

“And my brothers properly repentant?” Haldir asked, folding his arms and looking stern.

The dark-haired Elves exchanged a quick glance. “Well, I would not use the word repentant,” Elladan replied slowly. “But I do believe they have seen the error of their ways.”

“I believe they will think twice before attempting another prank with you as their victim,” Elrohir said with a snicker. “Especially if they do not wish to get on Glorfindel’s bad side.” He gave the Vanya a knowing grin, having been on the other side of the seneschal’s displeasure more than once.

Haldir’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he made no comment. Apparently, there were other benefits besides the more obvious ones to having the seneschal as his lover. He glanced at Glorfindel and gave him a secret smile.

“Then I am satisfied,” he said finally. “I thank you both for your, ah, help in this matter. You are both released from any further duties in that regard.”

Both twins snickered at Haldir’s carefully worded phrasing, and they gave him a mock bow, their hands briefly touching their hearts. 

“Always glad to be of service, Marchwarden,” Elladan said with a pleased grin.

“We would be happy to assist you any time in the future, should you require it,” Elrohir added playfully.

Glorfindel gave the two mischief-makers mock scowls. “Off with you two, now,” he growled, giving them both a gentle push. “And stay out of trouble.”

Haldir watched the twins laughing as they darted away, Elladan tugging his younger brother behind him.

“I have a feeling that asking those two to stay out of trouble is like asking for the sun to stop shining,” he said with a brief frown.

Glorfindel chuckled, pulling the Haldir into his embrace and smiling tenderly down at him.

“I would not worry too much, mír nín,” he said softly, his eyes glinting in amusement. “For I would not at all be surprised if Orophin and Rúmil decide to exact a little revenge of their own against those two.”

“Sweet Elbereth,” Haldir groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “What have I begun?”

Glorfindel’s peals of laughter rang out in the clear afternoon sky.

Finis