"I need your help,” Eomer announced as he entered the bathhouse. He stood over the pair soaking in the large marble tub with his hands braced on his hips.
Twin sets of dark grey eyes looked at Eomer. “How may we help you, King of the Riddermark?” Spoke the first.
“I have…that is to say,” he paused, sighed, shook his head and then gave up. Squatting beside the edge of the tub, he dropped his clasped hands between his knees. “I am not sure how to proceed.” He admitted at last.
Elrohir shifted in the warm water. “Has this something to do with the wager between you and the Steward?”
“I would like to get even with my friend for manipulating me in to that ridiculous bet.”
“Why do I doubt the validity of your words, Your Highness?” Elrohir asked.
“Because he does not speak the absolute truth, brother.” Elladan answered.
Eomer could feel the blood rising in his face and was thankful for his heavy beard. “No, I have not. The truth is that I greatly enjoyed the evening; but my pleasure did not stem wholly from the time spent with Legolas.”
Elladan smiled. “You have found that you enjoy more than Faramir’s friendship? How can we help you with that, my lord?”
“I do not know if he feels the same and I am too nervous to find out by asking. I have to use somewhat more subtle means.”
Catching on, Elrohir burst out laughing. “The idea being, you want us to help you trick him into lying with you while you present the idea as a chance at revenge against us for having informed Legolas of your wager.”
Eomer nodded his head. “He would suspect me of mischief if I came to him with the idea of getting even with the pair of you.”
“Of course he would, the Steward is not stupid,” Elladan replied. “Though I still cannot see how we could help. Legolas gave the impression that Faramir knew we were present and was counting on our interference.”
Elrohir frowned. “As you said he will be suspicious. You should get Legolas to help you, for his involvement would be only natural.”
“I have thought of that,” admitted Eomer. “But for the plan to truly work, I think that it should involve revenge against you.”
Elrohir nudged Elladan beneath the water. “The plan would work better if we told Faramir that we were owed compensation for our efforts on his behalf.”
Eomer’s eye lit with an inner fire and he gave the twins a grin that would have made an Orc nervous. “I do believe we have begun the perfect strategy. All that is necessary are the final details.”
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Faramir had been avoiding Eomer for several days after the Incident, as he’d come to think of the night spend with Legolas. He wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. Well, maybe he was a little. Mostly, though, he was ashamed of himself. His wanton behavior and his manipulations had revealed far more of himself than usual and he could but wonder what the King of the Mark thought of him. Which was why he was avoiding Eomer; he really did not want to know.
The shaggy blond settled himself on a stone bench in the garden to mull over his thoughts. He’d waited purposefully to leave the healing rooms until Eomer had taken his riders outside the city walls for practice. The confinement had been all but his undoing, but he figured he would suffer any torture to avoid the confrontation he felt must come.
Lost in his thoughts, he did not hear the casual footfalls or feel a presence until he found himself squeezed between two warm bodies. Faramir looked up, consternation written plainly on his face, and realized the Peredhil twins had sandwiched him neatly between them. Their shoulders pressed against his and were, effectively, trapped by the two elves.
“Greetings, Faramir of Gondor,” purred one.
The other leaned over so that he could clearly see Faramir’s face. “How fare you this afternoon?”
Faramir was not familiar with the elves enough to know the difference between the two. To his unpracticed eye they were two halves of a whole. Both were tall and willowy with long dark hair braided away from their faces. They had grey eyes and full lips. They were, reputedly, magnificent fighters. Supposedly, they were not fully elven, though how anyone could tell was beyond Faramir.
“Greetings to you both,” Faramir answered with some caution. He did not know why the elves had sought his company and his senses tingled in warning. “I am pleased to finally meet you face to face.”
“You could have met us at any time, Faramir,” chided the first one again. “We have been in Minas Tirith for many weeks. That you have not bothered has troubled us.”
“I have been ill,” Faramir defended himself.
“Not so ill that you did not involve us in your mechanizations to get Eomer into your bed.” This came from his left.
So that was why they had come to him. Of course! “My apologies, my lords. I know my behavior seems circumspect, but I promise that I had not ill intentions towards either of you. I knew that you and Legolas were friends and that you would warn him of the wager between Eomer and I.”
“But now you owe us.”
“Owe you?” Sweat broke out on Faramir’s brow and shivers traveled the length of his spine.
“Twas a nasty trick to play on those who are your allies.”
“We seek satisfaction.”
Faramir turned from one set of deep gray eyes to another and swallowed. They called into question his honor and he had no choice but to respond in kind. “Of course, my lords. What will you demand of me?”
A smile warmed the stern countenance of the first twin. “Come, Faramir. Our revenge is not so painful, but it will be exacting.”
Faramir took the hand held out to him and allowed himself to be dragged to his feet. “Where are we going?”
“To our rooms, of course. That seems to be the most unlikely place anyone will look for you. Or would you prefer some where else?”
“I would not.” Oddly, despite the surreal quality of his present situation, Faramir felt his body respond to the innuendo. That led him to wonder if he had not perhaps spent too much time with his own company. No, he had to be honest with himself and admit that he found the elves alluring and sexy. Though by no means did he misinterpret his feelings for love.
They wandered the halls of the palace until they came to a room with a view beyond the confines of Minas Tirith. A wide window overlooked the plains below for miles around. In the distance blue sky met verdant plains and Faramir smiled at the view. There were few places in the city that he was unaware of and this room he’d always liked the most. From this vantage point, one could see all who approached the city. He did not wonder that the elves had been given this room for they, too, would want to see the sky and plains lying open before them.
The room itself was designed for housing nobility and contained every comfort a visiting noble could hope for. The bed was large and curtained from the chill. A large fireplace dominated one wall to add warmth and light. Chairs and couches were aplenty so that whoever stayed in the room could entertain comfortably. Chests and wardrobes stood ready to accept clothing and personal effects.
Faramir looked around, seeking some sign of the twins. Yet there were none. No spare tunics lay scattered about. No weapons or scrolls or even cups and decanters. The room was scrupulously clean, as though someone had intentionally removed all trace of the ones who occupied it.
Elrohir closed and bolted the door behind Faramir
and Elladan. The elder of the twins seated himself on a divan and patted the
seat next to him. Faramir gingerly sat, feeling a sensation of déjà
vu as the handsome male elf smiled him. Again, Faramir found himself sandwiched
between the two as the other elf came and sat.
“I cannot tell one from the other.” His eyes traveled over each,
trying to find the tell-tale difference he’d heard all twins possessed.
“I am Elladan,” spoke the twin on the left. “This is Elrohir.”
“We are not offended,” added the second twin. “We are used to confusing people. Only those closest to us can easily tell us a part.”
“Perhaps we could demonstrate the differences?” With those words, Faramir found his lips captured by one of the twins.
After a few seconds, Faramir could have cared less about who was kissing him as the playful tongue danced around inside his mouth.
Hands roamed his body and Faramir shivered as he felt laces and toggles being undone. Opening his eyes, he looked around and realized he was virtually naked. A flush spread over his cheeks as an elf knelt between his legs. Firm hands pushed him back as the elf unlaced his leggings the rest of the way.
“The hairs on you face tickle,” Elrohir brushed his lips against Faramir’s before plundering his mouth again.
A hot mouthed played over his stiff cock and warm breath stirred the soft hairs at its base. Elladan’s tongue flickered roughly along the underside from tip to base before pushing at the sac beneath. Faramir gasped into Elrohir’s mouth as his balls were sucked into a warm, liquid cavern.
Instinctively, Faramir grasped the back of the head between his legs and entwined his fingers through the silky tresses. His fingers dug into the scalp, his blunt nails digging and biting into the skin beneath the luxuriant hair. He groaned as the pressure on his sac increased.
Elrohir moved his ministrations lower, focusing for a time on Faramir’s throat, nuzzling beneath his ear and trailing kisses to his collarbone. He pulled open the tunic, revealing a muscular chest sprinkled with golden down and rubbed his face against it. The sensation was far more delightful and erotic than he had ever imagined it would, or even could be. He placed his hands on the ridged abdomen and the muscles tensed beneath his palms. His lips quested through the fine hairs until he found flat nipple. Parting his lips slightly, Elrohir pulled the pale brown disk into this mouth sucked fiercely.
Raising his head, Faramir opened his eyes and looked down at the two identical elves paying homage to his body. They had said that he owed them, yet in Faramir’s mind, as he watched one elf with his nose pressed against the base of his cock and the other grinding his face into his chest, he was the one receiving payment. Nor was he about to complain.
Lovingly, hands pressed against his inner thighs, encouraging him to spread his legs wider. Elladan reluctantly turned loose of the sac in his mouth and moved lower so that he could flicker his tongue over the tiny space between Faramir’s balls and his tiny hole. He pressed and smiled when Faramir made an inarticulate sound deep in his throat. Hooking his thumbs against the twin globes of Faramir’s ass, he pulled the cheeks apart and stared for a moment at the entrance to the man’s body. He spent a moment enjoying the view, imagining what it would feel like to run his tongue around the edge before plunging deep. Elladan imagined the heat and the pressure, imagined he could feel the muscles contract around his tongue. His tongue darted over his upper lip and he blinked.
Unable to resist his imagination’s wandering, he lowered his head and nuzzled between Faramir’s cheeks. He swiped his tongue up and down experimentally, judging Faramir’s reaction. When Faramir moaned and spread his legs wider, Elladan grew bolder. With the very tip of his tongue, he circled the puckered entrance, varying speed and pressure until Faramir’s ass rose from the settee. Judging the man to be ready, Elladan pressed his face even closer and thrust his tongue as deep as he could.
Elrohir had moved over Faramir’s chest and latched on to the other nipple, biting and sucking and licking until Faramir squirmed. Yet his attention did more than excite the Steward, as Elrohir, too, became unbearably aroused. He raised his head for a moment and turned his head to look at Elladan. His brother had his face between Faramir’s cheeks. Elrohir’s sensitive hears could hear the sound of Elladan’s wet tongue lapping at Faramir.
He trailed kisses down the taunt abdomen until he reached the dripping cock and gave it an experimental lick. The clear pre-cum was saltier than any Elrohir had tasted before and he couldn’t resist another swipe of his tongue along the tip, digging into the slit searching more of the precious fluid. He released Faramir and skirted down until his mouth pressed against his brother’s ear.
Faramir watched through narrowed eyes as the Peredhil whispered to his brother. He felt the one between his legs shake his head and the tongue in his ass flicked even more passionately. Faramir’s muscles clenched around the slippery heat delving into him as though trying to hold it and pull it deeper. Warm breath skimmed over his flesh. After a few more moments of whispering, the tongue gave one final thrust and then slipped from his opening.
“Come, Faramir. We shall all be more comfortable on the bed.” Elrohir pulled Faramir to his feet and led him to the bed with Elladan following behind.
The elves had remained dressed and Faramir felt awkward in his nudity. He thought about that for a moment. He was not trouble by his nudity so much as the obvious reaction of his body to their incredible foreplay. Yet they seemed almost unaffected.
Faramir found himself being pushed back on the bed and hands pull him spread eagle. He looked around, trying to lift his head. Hands pushed him back down, holding him in place.
“Rest easy, elf friend. Tis nothing more than a game. One my brother and I play often.” With those words fine silken rope was wrapped snuggle about each wrist and ankle.
One of the twins appeared above him. In his hands he held a large triangle of silk. “Trust us, Steward, for I assure you we will not harm you. This will only heighten our mutual pleasure.”
Faramir thought to protest as the cloth was draped over his eyes and tied in a knot on the side of his head. Before he could utter any protest, however, fingers wrapped around his cock and began to lazily stroke him. The fist holding him settled at the base of his cock and a mouth clamped around the head. He relaxed then, knowing that they would, indeed, not harm him.
The hands moved away from him and he could hear movement around the room. He felt silk brush his legs and then weight settle on the bed. He detected someone between his legs and suspected that both twins knelt there. Anticipation gripped him as he heard the distinct sounds of lovemaking coming from between his thighs. He found the idea of the twins pleasuring each other so erotic that he thrashed against his bonds.
Suddenly the weight shifted and Faramir could feel someone get off the bed. He thought he heard the faintest click, as if a door latch had been tripped. Before he could voice his thoughts, long silky strands of hair tickled his thighs and firm hands pushed down on his hips. Curiosity held Faramir still. A tongue traced the line of hairs from his cock to his navel, rubbing against the grain, before dipping into this navel. Faramir shuddered and sucked in a breath. The tongue followed, pressing ever deeper, flickering over the inner nub. Faramir’s back arch and he strained against his bond as little jolts of electrical pleasure traveled from his navel to his balls. As he strained, he could feel the head of his cock brushing smooth jaw.
A body crawled up his and a mouth pressed against his ear. His earlobe was sucked and then nipped. “Saes, mella-nin, forgive us. Saes?” A voice whispered.
Startled and confused, Faramir turned his head
towards the voice. “What?” He began.
But a mouth captured his in a lingering kiss.
“Say ‘yes’, mella-nin. Saes.”
“Yes,” Faramir breathed.
The weight shifted and Faramir felt the elf get off the bed and his confusion trebled. Again he was about to voice his confusion but before he could he felt the bed shift. Someone had again settled between his legs. Faramir’s overly sensitive senses detected a subtle difference in the weight. His ears could hear a difference in the breathing. His stomach twisted.
“How nice of the pretty elves to leave
me a present in my bed,” breathed a voice in his ear.
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