In The Company Of Warriors

Arathorn stretched and yawned as the late afternoon sun made him drowsy. The spray from the fountain cast rainbow colored prisms on the air. He’d been having a pleasant day dream, one where soft hands caressed his chest and abdomen. Song birds roused him before the fantasy got out of hand and he started touching himself in Elrond’s garden.

Arathorn shook his dark blond hair as his gray eyes crinkled at the corners. There was no mistaking him, despite his scruffy beard and even scruffier clothing, for anything other than Dunedain. His tall frame spoke of royal bearing. His gray eyes were intelligent and kind, but could turn cold at a moment’s notice. Long had he born the knowledge of his lineage and the curse laid on him by Isildur’s actions. As he roamed the wilds, like most of his kin, he never thought about what might had been or what might be. Some inkling of the future sometimes grazed his mind, but only when he returned to Lord Elrond, did his own doom ever truly touch him.

“Ah, Lord Arathorn, we’d wondered where you’d hidden yourself.”

Arathorn dragged his eyes from the water at the sound of the voices. Elrond’s sons, Elladan and Elrohir walked side-by-side along the sun dappled path. He smiled fondly. Although quite mature by mortal standards, he was but a babe compared to the Peredhil.
“My lords,” he rose to his feet and sketched a bow.

The twins returned the bow, acknowledging between them the formality of blood ties and ancient houses. The act was for the benefit of others; a necessary protocol. Alone, the three—two half-elves and a man—were equals in every way.

“We thought to go to the river,” Elrohir said as he stood gazing into soft gray eyes.

Elladan added, “Come with us, my lord. The day is hot and we would welcome the company of a fellow warrior.” The invitation held more than the promise of a cooling swim.

Arathorn smiled at his friends. “Thank you, I would like that. You are right in that the day is too hot and I’ve been too long idle by the fountain.”

Walking three abreast, with Arathorn in the middle, they made their way through the expanse of gardens to the outer limits of the Last Homely House. A meandering stream that ended in a wide, shallow pool surrounded by tall grasses and willow tress was their destination. It was a favorite spot and at this time of the day, they were almost certain to have it to themselves.

At the river bank, they quickly stripped away their clothes and waded into the clear, bright water. Around their feet swam small fishes, their quiet rest disturbed by three pairs of feet moving along the spongy, sandy bottom. The warriors felt no shame in their nakedness, for long ago had they grown accustomed to each other. Forays into the wilds and raids on the orc bands that sometimes strayed from the Misty Mountains had brought them closer and closer, until they were both brothers and lovers to one another.

After a time, they climbed from the water and lay in the tall grass and the pale green shade of the willow trees, drying in the bright yellow rays of the sun. They were a tangle of arms and legs and long blond and long dark locks. They murmured softly as they patted and kissed one another. There was no room for hurried ardor or fumbling rush of lust. Theirs was a slow passion built of mutual desire and respect and, even, love.

On his back, Arathorn felt the sun beating on his closed lids. Silken strands of fine hair trailed over his shoulders and clung to his face and chest. His fingers drew abstracts on skin smoother than his own while hungry mouths and eager tongues lapped at his nipples until they peaked and ached. Sword callused fingers trailed through the fine hairs on his belly, lazily stroking him so that he squirmed a little. His cock rested heavily on his thigh leaving behind a silvery trail of pre-cum.

A shadow stole over his face and Arathorn opened his eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he told the vague shape outlined by the sun.

Elladan laughed softly and lowered his head until their lips nearly touched. “As are you,” he whispered just before his mouth claimed Arathorn’s in a deep kiss that involved dueling tongues. Lifting his head at last, Elladan moved aside so that Elrohir could take his place and once more, Arathorn’s lips were parted by a wet, inquisitive tongue. Elrohir slipped his tongue in and out of Arathorn’s mouth.

With one leg thrown over Arathorn’s, Elladan kissed his brother’s back, while his hand fondled the heavy cock lying atop the Dunedain’s thigh. The trio moaned softly in unison, finding pleasure in giving. Shifting away, Elrohir next sought his brother’s lips, tasting of himself and Arathorn on Elladan’s tongue. Pinned beneath them, Arathorn moaned softly at the erotic sight of the brothers locked so passionately together.
Elladan sucked on his brother’s tongue, milking it as he would his brother’s or Arathorn’s cock. The sweetness was richer than honeyed wine. The slick organ wriggled between his clamped lips as he sucked.

Elrohir was the one who broke the kiss with a sharp murmur. “You’ll undo me, brother.”

Elladan only smiled. “I hardly think that is possible, my lover, for you are as insatiable as any Man.”

“I am nearly undone from watching you,” Arathorn said breathlessly. “It is like watching the rain kiss the river.”

“The rain kisses the earth, as well,” answered Elrohir and then he demonstrated his meaning as he slipped down between Arathorn’s thighs and wormed his way between the man’s buttocks. He pointed tongue delved into the puckered opening and it immediately contracted around his organ.

Hissing and moaning, Arathorn felt his hips arch upward of their own volition. A mouth covered his while long fingers plucked at his nipples. Fire swept through his body from two directions as Elrohir’s hot tongue plunged in and out of his opening until the tight muscles relaxed and Elladan plundered his mouth, sucking and drinking deeply. His weeping cock bobbed and smacked against his taut muscles as his hips arched. A hand grasped him in a tight circle and stroked pearly cum up and down its rigid length, stretching the skin between his sack and his cock with each pull. His thighs strained as he pushed harder against the tongue invading him and his toes dug into the soft loam.

Elrohir scrambled backwards, moving away from Arathorn. His gaze strayed to his brother’s hand as it roughly stroked Arathorn’s cock. He settled against the slender willow trunk, with his own cock dripping between his thighs while his brother helped their fellow warrior to his knees. Arathorn crawled the little way to Elrohir and would have knelt down to lap at the sweet cream pooled in the elf’s slit had not Elladan stopped him by pushing him from behind.

“He will spill his seed ‘ere your breath fans him,” the elf laughed.

Elrohir made a face at his brother’s teasing. “Pay him no mind, Arathorn, my love. He is simply eager for his own taste of you.”

“Why should I deny any of us what we most desire?” Arathorn played the game right along with the elven warriors. The teasing and banter were as much a part of their relationship as the sex. Facing Elladan, Arathorn backed up until he was astride Elrohir’s thighs.

Grasping his cock, Elrohir held it steady as he nudged Arathorn’s opening. He felt the muscles slowly give way as the Dunedain settled slowly, pushing down and down, inch by inch, stretching his ring wider as he impaled himself with delicate precision on Elrohir. A low throated groan escaped his throat as he tossed back his head and squared himself in the elf’s lap.

Moving in between his brother’s and Arathorn’s legs, Elladan nudged Arathorn until he lay in Elrohir’s arms. Elladan kept moving forward until his and Arathorn’s cocks were aligned and he could delve his tongue into the man’s sweet mouth. Beneath the Dunedain, Elrohir whimpered as strong muscles rippled and tightened and coiled about him. Placing his hands beneath Arathorn’s thighs so that they rested on his shoulders, Elladan easily shifted his friend, moving him up Elrohir’s length and settling him down again just as quickly. Both men beneath him groaned. Elladan reached down and pinned both cocks solidly together, holding them in the circle of his palm and began stroking them together.

Arathorn rolled his head on Elrohir’s shoulder as his corded thighs bunched and he pushed against Elladan, using the second twin as leverage. Hands gripped his hips and added their strength to his, aiding him as he increased his tempo and began riding Elrohir as hard and fast as he could. The grip on his cock grew slick as creamy, pearly liquid dripped over Elladan’s palms. Elladan’s free hand pinched and twisted his nipples while Elrohir sank his teeth into Arathorn’s shoulder.

Every stroke thrust Elrohir deep and brushed over the place inside him that caused lights to burst behind his eyes and his cock to twitch in Elladan’s palms. He stared into Elladan’s eyes and watched them glaze and his white teeth bite his bottom lip. Moments later, Elladan growled and his hand moved in a furious blur. Arathorn’s thighs bunched as his whole body tightened against his release and heavy white cum splattered his chest. His inner muscles constricted around Elrohir’s cock and the elf yelped softly as he was squeezed and kneaded and his seed filled Arathorn’s narrow passage.

They huddled atop one another, like a jumble of puppies, and their heavy breathing rivaled the bubbling of the stream and the rustle of the leaves. Arathorn was the first to move as he felt Elrohir softening within him and his shifted his legs from Elladan’s thighs. Elladan raised his head and placed a kiss on Arathorn’s shoulder where Elrohir bit it before kissing his twin.

“We have time for another swim before we need return to the house,” Elrohir said quietly as he stroked his hands up and down Arathorn’s flanks.

“It might do well to wash away the scent of our love-making ‘ere we sit at Lord Elrond’s dinner table,” Arathorn chuckled. “It is enough that he understands that we…But another to rub his nose in it.”

They gathered the feet beneath them and walked arm in arm through the grasses and moved gracefully, as one body, into the clear water.