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Moonlight Revealed
Author: Deanna
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings: none
Request: Author's choice
Written For: Sue
Elladan felt he had chosen the perfect spot in the gardens of Imladris for his tutor's assignment. Here, his sculpture would be bathed in Ithil's light every night, and gleaming white in the light of Anon all day. He did not know whether his own hands were equal to the task, but he was certain that Arda herself and the heavens would lend a helping hand now that he had chosen the ideal place.
He set down his bundle of tools and observed the soft white stone he was to use with a frown. As yet, it was a shapeless, tall lump. It seemed an impossible mission, but Erestor had assured him he would be able to complete it. With a sigh, he set to work.
* * *
Elrohir spent two whole days seeking for the right spot for his own assignment. He had asked Erestor for help, but his tutor had only smiled and told him he would know when he found the place. It was on the evening of the second day that Erestor's words came true.
Elrohir had been walking along the river and was about to turn back to make his way home, when he saw a small trickle of a stream meeting the river. The young elf followed it through a flower-dotted meadow until he reached a thin line of willow trees. Ducking through the rustling branches, Elrohir found himself standing before a low, gently trickling waterfall. The grass around the base was of such a vivid, lush green that it almost outshone the beauty of the white flowers there.
Elrohir knew he had found the place. Few would ever find his sculpture here, he knew, but he would be able to come here whenever he wished and look upon it undisturbed. Reluctantly, he set off for home; he would ask for his materials to be brought here first thing the next day.
* * *
"What are you going to sculpt, Elrohir?" Elladan asked him at breakfast.
Elrohir blushed and tried to hide his face by hanging it low over his bowl of fruit. "We are not meant to tell, Elladan."
Elladan gave a delicate snort. "I shan't tell Erestor if you do not."
"Tell Erestor what?" came their tutor's amused voice from the doorway. The tall elf entered and sat across the table from his charges.
Elladan grinned at him. "Why can we not talk about our sculptures, Erestor?"
"Because I do not wish for either of you to influence the other's choice. Not even unintentionally." Erestor smiled at Elladan, then turned to his brother. "I have arranged for your work to be prepared where you requested it, Elrohir," he told the blushing elfling.
"Thank you, Erestor."
Elladan pouted. "I want to know what Elrohir thinks the most beautiful thing in all of Arda, and I do not wish to wait days or weeks to find out."
Erestor sighed. "You are the most impatient elf I have ever known, Elladan. Your brother is perfectly content to wait."
Elrohir nodded, but said, "Though I am curious what Elladan will sculpt, I admit."
"You shall both have to wait." Erestor rose and smiled benevolently at them. "Let it be incentive to finish your work quickly." With that, he left the room.
The twins looked down at their half-eaten food, then at each other, and spoke almost as one. "We should begin right away."
Laughing, they hurried from the room to collect some food from the kitchens and set off for their separate projects - Elladan for the far reaches of Elrond's gardens, and Elrohir for his secluded waterfall in the valley below.
* * *
They worked tirelessly on their sculptures for the next few days. To mould stone or wood into beautiful shapes was a talent inherited by all elves, but neither of the two elflings had ever created such a work on his own. In fear of spoiling it, they dared not rush, and chiselling away slowly but with determination, it was a week before their sculptures were taking distinctive shapes.
Elladan smiled when a long, slender form emerged, and set about detailing the long limbs clad in flowing robes, leaving the head for last, for he knew the face and hair would need to be worked on meticulously to even approach the beauty of reality. He had known what he would sculpt the moment Erestor had set him and his brother their tasks.
Elrohir, on his own sculpture, worked from top to bottom instead, obsessively chiselling away at the shapeless lump of stone forming the sculpture's head until the face he loved more than anything else emerged. Then came the long, flowing hair cascading down past narrow shoulders, and the stone outline of long limbs clad in flowing robes.
His work would be done very soon now. The only thing which distracted him was the need to know what it was Elladan was sculpting; he was terrified to look like a fool, and to perhaps find Elladan displeased with him, when his own work was finally revealed. He knew there was only one thing he could do - he would sneak into the gardens this night and look at Elladan's work. He hoped neither his brother nor their tutor would find out.
* * *
It was an hour after Elladan had retired to bed that Elrohir snuck out into their father's garden wrapped in a thin blue cloak. It did not take him long to find the nearly finished sculpture, for it was hidden under a sheath of fabric fluttering noisily in the wind. The spot was beautiful, and Elrohir's heart was beating hard when he reached up to draw the fabric from his brother's work.
He gasped, staring up at his own image. To almost anyone, it could have been either of the brothers, but not only was Elladan not that vain, Elrohir recognized a slight dimple only he himself possessed, and the particular cloak the statue wore had an acorn clasp he especially adored.
His heart lighter than ever before, Elrohir quickly returned everything to the way he had found it, and hurried back to the house. There was one detail - a slight quirk to the left brow - he needed to add in order for his own statue to be even nearly as enchanting as his brother's, and he would do so right away.
* * *
After a fast ride to his secret waterfall, bearing only his cloak and his finest chisel, Elrohir arrived at the clearing to be greeted by his artwork dowsed in moonlight, brilliant and pure white. But why was it uncovered, when Elrohir distinctly remembered covering it up?
"Who is there?" he called out, angered that someone had disturbed his work.
A sheepish looking Elladan made his way out of the thicket of trees, and Elrohir's anger vanished in a sharp exhale.
Elladan walked towards him with an apologetic smile, but offered his hand to help Elrohir off his horse.
Elrohir blushed, but jumped to the grass and let himself be steadied by his brother's clasp. "You should not be here," he said, his voice a little husky.
"Forgive me." Elladan did not look overly apologetic. "I could not help myself. Even an elf can be killed by sheer curiosity, you know."
Elrohir smiled despite himself. "Truly?"
"Oh yes." Elladan was still holding his hand. "As by beauty." He looked deeply into his brother's eyes, and then leaned forward to kiss the lips he had attempted to sculpt to something resembling the perfection of reality.
Elrohir shivered, stumbling a little, but then he moved forward into Elladan's arms. He parted his lips as Elladan did the same, and their lush, nearly identical mouths ravaged one another.
Elladan parted the acorn clasp at Elrohir's neck and let his brother's cloak fall to the grass, then lowered them both down on it, not interrupting the kiss until Elrohir sighed and arched under his stroking hands.
"Did you see my sculpture?" Elladan whispered hoarsely, and there was a knowing smirk about his lips.
Elrohir, moaning when Elladan's hands unfurled his robe slowly and teasingly and found his bare skin underneath, nodded and bit his lip. "Yes!" he gasped.
"Elrohir..." Elladan lowered his mouth to his pale throat and kissed him there, then let the tip of his tongue play against the shivering flesh until Elrohir was whimpering pitifully. "I love you," he murmured against the soft flesh. "More than anything."
"And I you, Elladan. My beautiful brother!" Elrohir's arms wound around his waist and his fingers clutched onto his shoulders from behind as he pushed up into Elladan's hand on his groin. "Make me..." He groaned when the hand squeezed. "Make me..."
Elladan laughed softly and breathily. "Mine?"
Elrohir blinked at him, panting. "Oh yes, yours."
"You always have been," Elladan said softly, kissing him again even while his hands parted the folds of Elrohir's robes and let them fall to the cloak to reveal Elrohir's long, slender body - pale as the sculpture not twenty feet away from them.
"I could never copy such perfection!" he exclaimed, and began to lay hot kisses all over Elrohir's skin, from his heaving chest past his flat belly and down his legs.
Elrohir sighed and moaned, and when Elladan's mouth finally enclosed him, he groaned out loud. His fingers twisted in Elladan's hair, and his eyes were wide, staring unseeingly up at Ithil until he finally squeezed them shut and arched up into Elladan's mouth with a cry.
Elladan lay with his head on his brother's belly, regaining his breath. Then, he scrambled up to gather Elrohir into his arms.
Elrohir smiled, stroking his brother's hair. "Thank you," he whispered.
Elladan smirked against his cheek. "I have barely begun, my love." As if to clarify his meaning, he pressed his hips forward against his brother's.
Elrohir gasped, feeling him hard and so warm through a thin layer of cloth. His hand slipped between them, and he tentatively squeezed, making Elladan sigh in pleasure.
"Please," his brother whispered, and Elrohir complied, his fingers making quick work of Elladan's robes to find their way inside.
Elladan closed his own hand over his brother's, forcing his fingers tight around him, until he could stand it no more. Panting, he rose to his knees, looking pleadingly at Elrohir.
"Yes," Elrohir gasped, parting his legs invitingly and looking up at his brother with longing.
Elladan was very, very careful, for they had nothing to ease the way. But he prepared Elrohir with his fingers so gently and patiently, that when he finally pushed into his hot, tight channel, he could barely hold on.
"Do not wait, Elladan," Elrohir panted, his arms tight around him. "I need you now."
Elladan moaned at his words, leaned down to kiss him, and drew out again, only to begin an increasingly fast rhythm which had them both groaning out their release within minutes, wetness seeping between them.
They curled around each other, drawing Elladan's discarded cloak over them both, and dreamed with their eyes open, the sculpture of Elladan in the corner of their vision.
"We must act surprised when Erestor has us revealing our sculptures to one another," Elrohir said with a smile.
Elladan hugged him close, laughing softly. "I wonder..."
Elrohir raised his brow. "You think he knows?"
"I think he had his reasons for setting us such a task."
"Oh." Elrohir blinked. Then he smiled. Erestor always had been especially wise and observant.
The End
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