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Summary: None given.
Author's Note: Well, I’ve tried to do as requested, though the muses refused to co-operate on the ‘unusual’ bit. This may not be exactly what was asked for or expected – the muse is to be blamed entirely for the way this story came out; nevertheless, I hope that whomever I wrote this for will be happy with it.
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‘But Dior returned no answer to the sons of Fëanor; and Celegorm stirred up his brothers to prepare an assault upon Doriath. They came at unawares in the middle of winter, and fought with Dior in the Thousand Caves; and so befell the second slaying of Elf by Elf. There fell Celegorm by Dior’s hand, and there fell Curufin, and dark Caranthir; but Dior was slain also, and Nimloth his wife, and the cruel servants of Celegorm seized his young sons and left them to starve in the forest. Of this Maedhros indeed repented, and sought for them long in the woods of Doriath; but his search was unavailing, and of the fate of Eluréd and Elurín no tale tells.’
‘The Silmarillion’ – J.R.R. Tolkien
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‘Great was the sorrow of Eärendil and Elwing for the ruin of the havens of Sirion, and the captivity of their sons, and they feared that they would be slain; but it was not so. For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought; but Maglor’s heart was sick and weary with the burden of the dreadful oath.’
‘The Silmarillion’ – J.R.R. Tolkien
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Elladan watched as his brother closed the book, his eyes staring unseeing into the distance.
“What troubles you, tôren?”
Elrohir focused his gaze on his brother. “Not so much troubled as curious.”
Elladan raised an eyebrow, and not for the first time did Elrohir wonder how his brother had managed to perfect a trait that was so like their father’s.
“Curious?”
“Aye. I wonder if things would have somehow been different if Maedhros had managed to find our great-uncles.”
“Eluréd and Elurín? I doubt it, Elrohir. But I think what happened to them worked in favour for Ada and his brother; instead of suffering a similar fate they were taken in by Maglor. If it were not for him, we ourselves would not be here.”
Elrohir did not respond, and both brothers sat quietly for some time before Elrohir’s voice startled his brother out of his musings. “I cannot help but think that when the gods wish to punish you, they give you what you want.”
“What?” Elladan could only stare at his twin, confusion on his face.
Elrohir shrugged.
Elladan approached his brother and took his face in his hands, forcing Elrohir to look at him. “Care to explain what this cryptic remark is supposed to mean?”
Elrohir looked helplessly at his brother. “Our love,” he finally whispered. “That we are lovers.”
Elladan’s hands dropped, disbelief etched on his face. “How could you even think that our love is some sort of punishment, tôren? It is most definitely not that to me!” He watched as Elrohir turned away and walked towards the window.
“I sometimes cannot help feeling that it is,” Elrohir returned, his voice still barely above a whisper.
“Why?”
Elrohir turned, warily eyeing his brother. He could sense the frustration in Elladan, but he could not unsay his words.
“Why?” Elladan reiterated, trying to make sense of his brother was trying to say. “Do you truly believe the Valar are punishing us because we love each other, not as brothers, but as lovers?” Elladan strode towards his brother, grasping him on the arms. “Explain,” he demanded, his eyes suddenly lit by fury. “Tell me your warped reasoning for this.”
“Warped reasoning?” Elrohir gave a strangled laugh. “We are ‘brothers’, Elladan. Brothers do not become lovers, yet we did. We gave in to our desire for each other. We…” Elrohir faltered, his voice choked by tears.
“We,” Elladan said quietly but forcefully, “gave in to our desire because each of us has half of the one soul, Elrohir.” He dragged Elrohir towards a mirror. “Look at us,” he whispered in his brother’s ear. “We are mirror images of each other. Save for those who have known us since our birth, no one can tell who is Elladan, who is Elrohir. We may be brothers, pen vain, but when we became lovers, two halves joined as one.” He watched as tears trickled silently down Elrohir’s face, then turned his brother towards him. Gently wiping the tears away, he then placed a soft kiss on his brother’s lips.
“No one was surprised when they found out we were lovers,” Elladan continued. “Nana even told me they expected it to happen, and that we should not be ashamed.” He smiled at the look of surprise on Elrohir’s face. “If our love were wrong, Elrohir, then something would have happened a long time ago.”
“But something did happen,” Elrohir said, his voice bitter. “Nana…we lost Nana…”
“What happened to Nana, and her subsequent sailing, had nothing to do with us being lovers, Elrohir.”
“How do you know this? Her attack, her leaving us, all happened after…”
“It happened because it was meant to happen,” Elladan interjected harshly.
“You lie.” Elrohir’s voice was quiet, his gaze disbelieving.
“I do not lie, tôren. She knew…as did our grandmother. Not the complete details, of course. Just snatches that each of them had seen of the future, but enough for them to understand.”
Elrohir stepped away, his eyes never leaving those of his brother. He shook his head, trying to deny the truth he saw in them.
“How…how did you know of this?”
Elladan smiled ruefully. “Because I once thought the same as you.”
Elrohir’s eyes widened at his brother’s admission.
Approaching his brother, Elladan took him by the hand and led him to their bed. “Sit,” he invited. Once Elrohir had sat down, Elladan knelt on the floor before him, his eyes level with his twin’s.
“I once thought the same as you,” he stated again. “And the thought that what had happened to our mother was somehow a punishment for us being lovers ate away at me. You were too caught up in your own grief to notice; all were. But Nana noticed. Despite the pain she was in, she noticed. And she guessed.” Elladan rested his hands on his brother’s knees. “She bade me to listen, to try and understand that what happened to her was written long before it was known that you and I were to become lovers.”
“But if she knew…why did she not tell Ada? Surely there was something could have been done…”
“In what way? By sending more guards with her party? Then more lives would have been lost, tôren. By stopping her from going? Then it would have only happened at another time. It would have made no difference, Elrohir. Our mother’s fate was not of our making. She made that very clear to me. I can only hope that you now understand that, as well.”
For a time silence reigned as the two brothers looked at each other.
“I think I do,” Elrohir finally said, “though it will take time before I can truly be at peace with what you have told me.”
“It bothers you that she did not say anything of what was to happen,” Elladan surmised.
“It does, yes. But…” Elrohir cleared his throat. “But my heart is eased somewhat by the fact that our love is not looked on unfavourably.”
Elladan smiled. “Trust me, seron vell, someone, including the Valar, would have said or done something if it were.”
“Then show me, love me,” Elrohir whispered.
Elladan’s eyes darkened at his brother’s words. Leaning in, he kissed his brother tenderly, his fingers at the same time beginning to unfasten his twin’s tunic. He could already feel himself hardening; Elrohir’s scent was enough to send his blood racing to his groin. The tunic was quickly removed, followed shortly after by the undershirt, leaving Elrohir dressed only in boots and leggings.
“Lie back on the bed,” Elladan instructed, and licked his lips as his twin complied. “So beautiful,” he whispered, as he leaned down to remove his lover’s boots. He could see Elrohir’s erection straining against the lacings of his leggings, and Elladan’s mouth watered. He turned towards the small table next to the bed and opened the drawer. Withdrawing a small flask of oil, he placed it on top of the table, then spied his brother’s tunic on the floor. He turned back to Elrohir, a gleam in his eyes.
Elrohir’s eyes widened as he watched Elladan take the tunic and tear it. “What do you think you are doing – that was one of my best tunics!”
“I promise to replace it, so do not fret.”
“Elladan…” Elrohir began as his brother knelt on the bed, straddling him
“Shh…trust me, pen vain…” Swiftly Elladan tied his twin’s hands to the headboard, then leaned back in satisfaction.
Elrohir tested his bonds. They were tied comfortably, but securely. This was the first time where either of them had been tied up in any way, and he felt a little unsure, not knowing what his brother had in mind. But he knew that Elladan would not hurt him, and so he allowed himself to relax a little.
Elladan had, in the meantime, left the bed and had quickly removed his brother’s leggings, his eyes greedily taking in the sight before him. Elrohir felt his pulse quickening at the perusal, and his erection twitched, pre-come already glistening at the tip.
“You are still dressed,” he whispered huskily.
Elladan did not reply, but slowly, teasingly began undressing, ignoring his twin’s growled exhortations to hurry. When, finally, the last piece of clothing was removed, Elrohir sighed. “You did that deliberately,” he complained.
“Yes,” was Elladan’s simple answer, and smiled. Kneeling once more on the bed, he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses alongside his lover’s face and neck.
“You do not play fair, tôren,” Elrohir growled, turning his head.
“Not always, no,” responded Elladan, taking advantage of Elrohir exposing more of his neck. “Do you wish for me to always play fair?”
“No,” Elrohir admitted, his mind slowly falling into a sensual haze under his lover’s assault.
There was no further response from Elladan, who was busily working his way down to Elrohir’s chest and drew one nipple into his mouth. His lover whimpered, arching as his twin teased and tormented his nipple before he moved to the other, laving and biting gently until Elrohir was almost incoherent.
Elladan could feel Elrohir straining against his bonds and smiled. Initially unsure of how his twin would react to be tied up, he was surprised at Elrohir’s quick acceptance, and resolved that it was something to be repeated again in the future. Moving down, Elladan ignored the pulsating arousal that throbbed so invitingly against his lover’s stomach.
Elrohir growled as his brother bypassed that which needed attention – a great deal of attention, but his growl turned to whimpers and Elladan continued his slow assault on Elrohir’s body. Finally, Elrohir could take no more.
“Please, melethron, untie me. Let me touch you. I *need* to touch you. You know I love to touch you, to feel your muscles quivering as my fingers ghost over your skin…” Elrohir’s voice faded to a husky whisper.
Elladan groaned at his brother’s words. Raising his eyes, he saw his lust mirrored in the eyes of his twin.
“Untie me, melethron. You know you want me to touch you. You know how my touch unravels you, leaving you breathless, wanting…”
“Pen-vara! Your words alone unravel me…” He paused, taking a deep breath.
“Please, Elladan…”
Elladan looked his lover, and smiled. “Not now, seron vell. This is not about me, but you. I want to pleasure you. I will untie you soon, I promise.”
Shifting slightly, he parted his brother’s legs and knelt between them. “Bring your knees to your chest,” he instructed, and watched as Elrohir did as he was bid, exposing the aperture that Elladan was desperate to fill. Grabbing the flask of oil, he hurriedly opened it and poured a generous amount of oil on his fingers. Placing the oil back on the table, he then pushed two fingers straight into the opening, eliciting a hissed ‘Yes!’ from Elrohir. He scissored his fingers and soon added a third, before withdrawing them, eliciting a whimper from his twin. Reaching once more for the oil, Elladan liberally coat his raging erection. Elrohir watched him with heated eyes, anticipation building at the thought of Elladan sheathing himself within him.
“Melin chen, seron vell,” Elladan whispered before thrusting into Elrohir to the hilt. Elrohir could only moan, relishing being filled so completely. It felt so good, so *right*, and Elrohir could no longer understand why he thought what he did.
“Harder, Elladan, harder,” he urged, arms straining at the bonds. He knew he should feel afraid by the fact that he was helpless to his brother’s onslaught, tied as he was. But it felt liberating. He had always trusted his brother. But allowing himself to be tied, to be almost passive, brought a new level of trust, one he was more than willing to give.
Elrohir groaned as Elladan grasped his weeping arousal. It did not take long before he climaxed, his seed coating his stomach, spilling onto his lover’s hand. Elladan gave one final thrust before he, too, came, shuddering at the intensity of Elrohir’s channel squeezing his member, milking every last drop from it. He raised his hand to his mouth, licking off his lover’s essence.
“You taste wonderful, pen vain. But then,” he added with a smile, “you always do.”
Withdrawing from Elrohir’s body, he reached up and untied his brother, noticing with some chagrin the red marks encircling his lover’s wrists.
“Do not fret,” Elrohir said, noticing Elladan’s concerned look. “The marks will fade quickly. I am surprised I did not break the headboard, I was pulling so hard at the bindings.”
“It did not seem to bother you, being tied up?”
“No, though I did feel a little unsure initially. I would have no objections if we were to repeat this, melethron, except I would have *you* tied up while I have my way with you.”
The thought of being at Elrohir’s mercy made Elladan shiver slightly, and he smiled. “I think that could be arranged.” Moving up, he lay alongside his lover and took him in his arms.
“I love you, Elladan,” Elrohir said quietly, resting his head on his lover’s shoulder.
“And I you,” Elladan said, tightening his hold, and soon both had fallen into reverie, feeling safe and secure in their knowledge that their love was, indeed, wonderful.
Elvish translations:
ada – father
melethron – lover (male)
melin chen – I love you
nana – mama
pen-vara – eager one
pen vain – beautiful one
seron vell – beloved
tôren – my brother