One For The Archives

Elrohir sneezed as the dust from the ancient archives tickled his nose. Unlike in Imladris, the libraries in Gondor were neither as well kept nor as frequented by scholars. Only a handful of archivists and librarians knew the way through the maze of books and shelves. Faramir, it seemed, remained an exception in the White City. The soldier was also a scholar and he led the way down the stone steps with only the aid of his torch.

“We don’t come down here much,” he said inanely as Elrohir sneezed once more.

“Forgive my brother,” said Elladan with a grin. “He is a fighter, not a scholar. I think he may be allergic to the collective knowledge.”

Elrohir snorted. “We appreciate your father allowing us a peek inside his archives. Mithrandir will be grateful for the information.”

Faramir nodded absently, knowing it was the elves’ beauty and mystery that had opened Denethor’s heart and the vaults, not Mithrandir. He walked along, dust rising up around his ankles as he led the gorgeous elves to the bowels of the great city. Long ago his forefathers carved the city from the bones of the mountain, including the archives below. The upper level was for more recent works, fiscal accounts, births and deaths, the mundane running of any city or kingdom. Further down in the deep tunnels lay the more interesting archives, the ones few ever saw or even wanted to see; ancient histories and tales that were the basis of much legend. The script was crabbed and sometimes illegible and only the most trained scholar could make heads or tails of them. Some were damaged beyond repair and this Faramir lamented.

Walking briskly, he cast his thoughts over his shoulder. “You realize that what you seek may not even be here, and if it is, it may be damaged beyond legibility.”

“We will do the best we can,” answered Elladan and he nudged his brother in the ribs with his elbow and said softly in elven. “Stop that.”

Elrohir dragged his gaze from Faramir’s firm buttocks and opened his wide in mock innocence.

“Pardon? Stop what?” Faramir stopped and turned, catching Elrohir’s innocent look and Elladan’s scowl. He cleared his throat and turned back, realizing that the words were not meant for his ears.

“You heard me?”

“You understood my brother?”

“Yes,” Faramir nodded but did not stop or look around this time. He dared not lest his eyes betray him. He couldn’t help staring at the pair, identical in every way, save perhaps mannerisms. They were undoubtedly the most beautiful and exotic creatures he’d ever seen. “We speak a variation of your tongue in Ithilien.”

Elrohir arched his brow at his twin, as if to say, “see, I told you so.” Then he added, “It must be lonely in Ithilien.”

“There is no time to be lonely. We patrol day and night and, besides, I have many friends there, among the Rangers.”

Elrohir’s gaze dropped once more to Faramir’s butt and he smiled as he watched the muscles stretch the fabric of his breeches. He didn’t think Faramir would ever lack for friends anywhere he went.

Elladan repressed a sigh. He didn’t find Faramir unattractive, but he didn’t want to offend Denethor’s son, which he feared Elrohir would do if the man realized what was going on behind his back. “The archives.”

“We are almost there.” Faramir frowned as he detected the testiness in the elf’s voice.

Faramir led them down a shallow flight of stairs and into a small room lined from floor to ceiling with cubbies carved from the bedrock. Hundreds of scrolls peeked from the recesses. He went to a table in the center of the room and picked up a dusty candle and held it to the torch. The dust on the candle flickered and hissed as the wick caught fire. Replacing the candle on the table, he stepped back to look around. “I haven’t been down here since I was a child. The scrolls here are so old, they are crumbling, but there are none now left who can read and transcribe them.” The thought of the lost knowledge saddened him and his sorrow crept into his voice.

“Not all, Captain,” Elladan moved toward the first school case and pulled one out at random. Carefully he unrolled it and scanned the spidery writing. “What Mithrandir seeks should be here.”

“I thought so,” Faramir placed the torch in a bracket near the door. “I should try to find another torch or candle.”

“There is no need,” Elrohir’s gaze traveled to the ceiling and around the walls before settling on Faramir’s face. “We can see well enough.”

Faramir paid little heed to the words as he watched the column of the elf’s throat. He wondered what elves tasted like. Would they taste salty and cool or would they be hot, sweet? He did not realize his tongue swiped over his lower lip until he heard someone call his name. “What?” he felt his face grow hot and knew it must be flame red as he tried to control his wicked musings.

“I don’t think Captain Faramir is thinking about scrolls,” Elrohir told Elladan.

“I’ll leave you to your search,” Faramir said and he turned so abruptly that he collided with the wall behind him.

The twins grinned in unison, but without malice. “Stay, Captain,” said Elrohir. “My brother and I would not mind the company.”

“Elrohir.”

Faramir was so embarrassed that he stared at his boots and would not meet the elves’ gazes. He missed the look that passed between the elves, the silent communication and battle of wills.

Elrohir unwound the sash around his waist and stepped forward with it stretched tight between his hands. Before anyone else could react, he’d covered Faramir’s eyes and tied the ends behind the man’s head, tangling the silk in springy red hair.

“We can see well enough,” he repeated as he nuzzled Faramir’s jaw.

Faramir’s hands came up and locked around the elf’s wrists. He felt confused, disoriented, and most of all, aroused. “I –this—“

“If you do not wish to play, speak the words and I will release you,” Elrohir’s hands stroked over Faramir’s broad chest and he felt soft, curling hairs beneath the thin linen tunic.

“Elrohir,” Elladan said with a sigh as he put away the scroll. “Do not over step the bounds of courtesy.”

“Am I?” Elrohir breathed softly against Faramir’s ear the red curls swayed gently. His hand roamed downward until his cupped Faramir’s crotch and his long fingers kneaded the growing bulge.

Faramir shook his head from side to side and licked his lips. Elrohir’s warm breath tickled his neck and sent little ripples up and down his spine and the warm hands caressing him through his breeches weakened his knees.

Elladan tried to remain stern, but watching Elrohir fondle the man and the man’s willing responses to the fondling made him ache with need. He stepped forward until he stood behind Faramir. “You have not answered,” he whispered.

Faramir shivered. “No.”

Elrohir captured Faramir’s lips and kissed him, thrusting his tongue deep into Faramir’s mouth and plundering the sweetness he found. Faramir swayed against Elladan.

“No?”

“Yes.”

Elladan smiled and nipped Faramir’s earlobe. “Make up your mind, Captain.”

Faramir felt a hard cock nudge against the back of his thigh and another one grazing the front. He spread his arms, letting them hang loosely in surrender. “It would be discourteous to leave me thus.”

Elrohir pulled open Faramir’s tunic and ran his hands through the matt of hair on his chest, feeling the way it tickled his palms and fingers. He lowered his head and scrubbed his face against it, feeling it abrade his tender skin. Elladan swiped his tongue along Faramir’s throat to his ear. He kissed along Faramir’s jaw and the man turned blindly towards him with parted lips. He pressed his lips to Faramir’s, nibbling and sucking at the full bottom lip with his teeth. Elrohir snaked out his tongue and licked at Faramir’s puckered nipple, rolling the nub between his teeth as his hands roved over the broad chest while Faramir wriggled and moaned. Elrohir continued kissing downward until he encountered the man’s cock, pressed tightly against the thin material of his breeches. Opening his mouth wider, he encompassed the bulge and blew hotly on it until Faramir hissed his appreciation.

Meanwhile, Elladan slipped his hands beneath Faramir’s tunic and took both the smooth, brown nipples between his long, nimble fingers and rolled and twisted them until Faramir growled. He continued kissing Faramir, thrusting his tongue deeply and dueling with Faramir’s tongue.

Faramir felt the laces of his breeches open and his cock was engulfed in a warm hand that stroked him lightly from tip to base. Shivers thrilled along his spine and his knees shook.
With his eyes covered, he became slightly disoriented and his senses reeled from the dual sensation of kisses and caresses.

Elrohir rose to his feet and pointed to the table behind them. With Elladan’s nod, they gently maneuvered Faramir towards the table and, with their cloaks thrown over the top, laid Faramir across it. They divested him of his boots and breeches and tunic with lightening quickness so that his hard body was exposed for their greedy eyes.

“Lovely,” Elladan said and he leaned down between Faramir’s thighs and sucked the heavy cock into his mouth.

“Beautiful,” agreed Elrohir and he held Faramir’s head in his hands and kissed the full lips and allowed the red-gold beard to brush and scrape the sensitive skin around his mouth.

Faramir’s hands gripped the table edge as rolling waves of pleasure washed over him. He remained passive, although it was not his nature to do so, and allowed the elves to do as they would. He’d never been with two men before, never mind two gorgeous beings of legend and he reveled in the minute attention they gave his body, meeting needs he’d never known of and demands he’d never made.

Searing kisses blazed over his jaw and his throat, traced a path of fire over his chest and slowly made their way downward. Faramir felt his legs parted and pushed up and warm breath fanned his buttocks moments before gentle fingers pulled open his cheeks and a wet tongue slid along his entrance. He cried out, not from shock or displeasure, but from the sheer joy of it. And the lips kissing him stopped at his cock and in one smooth swallow he was engulfed in a sweet mouth that seemed made just to accommodate his cock. He reached down and clutched a handful of silky hair, not knowing which elf it was kneeling between his bent thighs and not caring.

Elrohir lifted his hips and unlaced his breeches so that his own long member came free in his hand. Pushing his leggings down around his knees, he knelt over the Ranger’s face so that his cock brushed over his mouth. Taking the hint, Faramir opened his mouth wide. Elrohir couldn’t hold back the soft moan as Faramir took him to the back of his throat and began to suck him greedily. Lowering his head, he timed his own actions with Faramir’s so that they worked each other in tandem.

Elladan felt his brother’s hair tickling his nose and he raised his head and watched the couple for a moment, sealed together so intimately. Standing up, he unlaced his breeches and stroked himself, smearing sticky pre-cum along the head of his erection. Pushing Faramir’s knees up further, he angled his cock against the tight opening, felt Faramir stiffen and heard the soft keening and thrust forward. The tightness engulfed him and he grunted as he slid deeper, enveloping himself completely in Faramir’s heat. The Ranger’s legs parted further and Elladan grasped the strong thighs in his hands.

Faramir couldn’t stop moaning and his body tightened, first at the invasion, and then at the pleasure growing rapidly within him. Fire coursed through his veins and his body thrummed with unchecked passion as he was plundered by the elf. On his tongue was an essence too wonderful to describe and his senses reeled from it. He felt the first tentative thrust and he growled his appreciation and thrust back, encouragingly.

Placing his hands on his brother’s back, Elladan braced himself and began thrusting quickly and deeply into Faramir’s tightness. He pushed his brother down harder atop the Ranger as he knelt over them both, riding Faramir as hard and fast as he dared. He heard the keening moans and knew that the sounds came from all three of them.

Elrohir cupped Faramir’s balls and squeezed them and in return he felt the pressure on his own cock increase so that he pressed his hips down and thrust as much of himself into Faramir’s throat as he could. He heard a gurgling sound and for a moment feared he’d hurt the Ranger, but when calloused hands grabbed his buttocks and held him firmly, he knew otherwise.

Elladan felt Faramir’s muscles clench and knew the man did it deliberately and he smiled even as he threw back his head and pounded harder into the tiny opening. He felt himself uncoiling and heard, too, the sounds of his brother and knew how close they both were. A hand clasped his wrist and he looked down and saw Faramir’s fingers digging into his brother’s buttocks and he locked his eyes on the sight of the smooth skin, marked with scratches and half-moons from Faramir’s nails. The sight nearly sent him spiraling, but he held himself in check.

Faramir’s passage convulsed and he felt his balls drawing tighter and he squeezed the globes over his face and sucked greedily, seeking the source of the sweetness on his tongue. He felt the hips above him stiffen and heard a soft moan and then his mouth was filled with the elf and he swallowed hungrily. Stars burst behind his eyes as the other elf struck once more the sensitive gland and he arched his back, seeking to hold to the intense contact, and his seed erupted into the eagerly awaiting mouth.

With muscles clenched tightly around his cock, Elladan tossed back his head and allowed the pleasure to overwhelm him. He growled as he came, spilling himself deeply into the Ranger.

Slowly they disentangled themselves and Elladan bent forward to kiss Faramir and tasted his brother before removing the sash that Faramir had kept faithfully in place.

“I’d say that our father’s archives are not nearly as interesting as Minas Tirith’s,” he purred, steeling one last kiss from the dazed Ranger

“Indeed, nor as well tended,” Elrohir added as he, too, kissed Faramir.

Faramir lay on his back with his legs sprawled. “Please feel free to come and use them any time.”

“We will come again,” Elrohir responded as he pulled up his breeches. “Your archives are too lovely to resist.”