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By Any Means Necessary
by Morgana
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Part 16

Before knocking on the door to the twins' rooms, Celeborn drew in a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare himself. After talking to Elladan, he had gathered that Elrohir would try to avoid opening up to him, but that was something he couldn't tolerate. He would use all means at his disposal to find out why the half-Elf chose to fade. For he felt it was a choice that Elrohir had made. A very deliberate choice. I wonder who he has fallen in love with that he thinks his love is unrequited.

"Elladan, go away. I am fine!"

Elrohir sounded frustrated, but Celeborn also noticed the resigned tone to the twin's voice. "I am not Elladan." He hoped his answer would pique Elrohir's curiosity.

"What? Who?"

Celeborn smiled, hearing his grandson's puzzlement. "Do you not want to welcome your grandfather to Imladris, Elrohir?"

The reaction was instant. The door was opened and Elrohir stood in front of him; hair in wild disarray, pale-skinned and eyes big with worry. He has also lost weight. Elrohir definitely looked haunted. "Ah, Elrohir, it is good to see you again!" Not giving the half-Elf a chance to react, Celeborn caught Elrohir in his arms and hugged him tight. That Elrohir tried to pull away from the embrace worried him and he didn't allow it, holding him tight.

His gaze swept through the room and he fought for calm, seeing the packed saddlebags on Elrohir's bed. Elladan's worries were about to come true; Elrohir wanted to leave Imladris. I won't allow it.

"Ata'da, what are you doing here? We did not expect you!" Panic echoed in Elrohir's voice. He had been so close to leaving the Last Homely House unnoticed when Celeborn had appeared.

"I wanted to spend some time with my grandsons," said Celeborn in a soothing tone. Elrohir was rigid in his arms and he knew extreme measures were needed to get through to Elrohir.

He seldom used his powers. Galadriel's wisdom and foresight were well known amongst the Elves, but his gifts were more subtle. Using a special tone, he whispered sweetly into Elrohir's ear, "Your brother told me that you are worried." At the same time, his fingertips made contact with Elrohir's skin, caressing the half-Elf's neck after sweeping away the tangled dark mane. "But there is no reason to worry, Elrohir. I am here and I will protect you. You are safe with me. You can trust me."

Glancing into Elrohir's eyes, he found that the pupils were dilating and the half-Elf's breathing was slowing down, losing its panicky edge. "Aye, that is right. I am here to take care of you. You are safe with me, Elrohir. You can tell me and I will listen without judging you."

Elrohir was growing heavy in his arms and he easily caught his grandson when the half-Elf swayed on his feet and then collapsed against him. Gently, he lowered his grandson onto the floor and then sat down cross-legged. He guided Elrohir's head against his shoulder and cradled the half-Elf against him, rocking him like he had done when the twins had been mere babies.

I hope that you won't hate me later for doing this, but it is obvious that you won't tell me what burdens your heart. Celeborn seldom used his powers in this way. He wasn't prone to taking advantages of others and when he had learned how hypnotic his voice and touch could be to troubled souls, he had kept himself in check, never abusing this gift. But now he felt it was necessary to attain his goal.

"You are calm now, Elrohir. You feel safe and cherished. You are not alone. I am with you and I will look after you." Celeborn sought out Elrohir's eyes and found that they were hooded with relaxation. "Aye, you can let go. All those tense muscles can rest now. You are in good hands."

Elrohir sighed and his body went limp against him. Celeborn tightened his hold and continued to rock his grandson. I will find out what you are hiding and then I will fix whatever is troubling you. I am your grandfather and in Elrond's absence your well-being is my responsibility. I love you too much to let you fade. I could not save Celebrían, but I will save you.

Confident that Elrohir was in a deep trance, he stroked the long hair. "So you are in love, Elrohir. Is that true?"

"Aye..."

Elrohir's voice was barely audible, but Celeborn caught the affirmative. "And now you are fading. Why? Why won't you tell your beloved?"

"Can... not..."

Celeborn caught the tremors that coursed through the half-Elf's body. Even in spite of the enchantment his grandson was clearly uncomfortable discussing this. "Why can't you tell him?" Trying to deepen their temporary bond farther, Celeborn rested his forehead against Elrohir's brow, whispering softly. "Tell me why."

"For...bidden..."

A frown appeared on Celeborn's brow. "Forbidden? Elrohir, you should know that loving a male is not forbidden. Your father might have preferred for you to fall for a maiden, as he would love for you to start your own family, but he will certainly not condemn you for loving someone of the same gender. There is nothing wrong with that. Love comes in many different forms and you should always treasure it. Tell your chosen one of your feelings."

"Can... not... forbidden..." Elrohir's voice took on a frantic tone.

Can it be that...? An unsettling thought entered his mind. I should have known this would happen! But this wasn't the time to blame himself. First he needed confirmation. "Tell me your beloved's name. Who has captured your heart, and is causing you to fade?"

Elrohir briefly struggled fiercely in his arms, and Celeborn reacted with more soothing words. In the end, his grandson calmed down and a resigned sigh left the half-Elf's lips.

"Tell me," said Celeborn again, using more authority this time. He had a good idea what name would roll from Elrohir's lips.

"Elladan..." The moment he had whispered his brother's name, Elrohir's eyes closed.

Aiya, I was blind. I should have known history would repeat itself. It wasn't the first time he held a heartbroken twin in his arms. "So you are in love with your twin." He sighed deeply and continued to rock his grandson. I witnessed such pain once before. I won't witness it again! He would find a way to keep Elrohir from fading, but he also knew there was a price involved. Now he had to find out if his family was prepared to pay it in order to keep Elrohir alive.


Elladan couldn't stop pacing his father's study. His grandfather had left to talk to Elrohir and that had been an hour ago. He raised a hand, and began to bite his nails apprehensively. Would Celeborn succeed in finding out why Elrohir refused to tell his beloved of his feelings? But he did find some comfort in the fact that his grandfather was here with him. Why isn't Ada here when I need him? Or Glorfindel and Erestor? I do not know what to do! Please ata'da, find out how we can keep Elrohir here!

Tasting blood, he stared at his abused fingernails and buried them quickly in the sleeve of his robes. He came to a standstill in front of the painting that Elrond had made long ago. Celebrían had still been here with them and Elrond had painted his family; Celebrían was holding baby Arwen, and Elrohir had his arms wrapped around his brother. That hug had been the only thing to keep him from running off when they had been forced to pose.

He had been so impatient that he had sneaked off several times, only to be brought back by either his father or Glorfindel. In the end, Elrohir had folded his arms around him to keep him in place and that was how Elrond had painted them.

It was a happy family portrayed on that painting, which had been created long before the Orcs had taken their mother away from them. I cannot lose Elrohir as well.

"Uhm."

The sound coming from behind him made Elladan spin around, and he hurried over to Celeborn, who now walked toward the chair beneath the window. He could tell that his grandfather was worried and gathered the Elf's hands in his, squeezing them in an effort to reassure them both. "Did you talk to him?"

"I did," said Celeborn thoughtfully, not wanting to burden Elladan with the way how he had found out what troubled Elrohir. "And now we need to talk."

"Is Elrohir safe? Why didn't you bring him with you?" Although he was dying to find out what Elrohir was hiding from him, knowing his brother safe came first. "I told you that I suspect that he wants to leave and—"

Celeborn cut him short. "Elrohir is fast asleep, Elladan." Drawing in a deep breath, he wondered how to tell his grandson.

"Did he tell you who holds his heart and why he isn't acting on his feelings?" Elladan shifted nervously on his chair, inching closer to his grandfather.

"He did." Celeborn watched Elladan carefully and heard the twin's sharp intake of breath. "But before I tell you his name, I need to know what your feelings are concerning your brother."

"My feelings?" Elladan's eyes widened. "I love him! I would die for him! He is the other half of my soul. Without him, I am incomplete. I cannot envision a life without him!"

Celeborn nodded. "But what I need to know is; how much do you love him? Do you love him enough to keep him on Arda?"

Elladan frowned deeply. "Ata'da? I do not understand." He felt truly lost now. "What are you not telling me?"

"Did it never cross your mind that Elrohir could be in love with you?" Celeborn held Elladan's gaze and rubbed the cold fingers in an effort to reassure his older grandson.

"What?" Elladan's jaw fell, and he stared at his grandfather in utter disbelief and shock. "Me? He cannot be... Nay, that is..." Celeborn must have misunderstood when Elrohir had confided in him! "But he is my brother!" A wild range of emotions played through him, and he felt adrift on a sea of conflicting emotions.

Using a touch of his charm, Celeborn said, "It has happened before, Elladan. It is not that rare." He chose to ignore Elladan's questioning glance as he didn't want to confide in his grandson concerning the past. "Elrohir loves you. Aye, it is not the love one brother should have for the other, but he cannot control who he loves. He is suffering because his love for you consumes him."

Elladan was still trying hard to fully understand what Celeborn had just told him. Elrohir cannot be in love with me! But it made perfect sense, didn't it? "That is why he could not tell me his name. That is why he cannot act on his feelings." Tears appeared in his eyes. "And I accused him of no longer loving me." Briefly, rage threatened to rise inside him. What had his twin been thinking, falling in love with him? But his rational side prevailed. Elrohir never wanted for this to happen.

Celeborn felt sympathy, as he had seen this inner struggle before. But this time, he was around to guide Elladan's steps. "Elladan, I know this is a shock to you, but you must realize that Elrohir did not choose this fate." He cleared his throat and gave Elladan a chance to recompose himself. Once he had his grandson's attention again, he continued. "I had to create a temporary bond in order to get this information and I can assure you that his feelings are genuine. He truly loves you and he feels immensely guilty for desiring you in this way. Elrohir does not want to have these feelings for you. Please do not hate him for feeling the way he does."

"But it isn't right," whispered Elladan, feeling emotionally conflicted. "He is my twin!"

Celeborn searched his grandson's eyes. "I know that it isn't right. Brothers are not supposed to feel that way about each other, but it has happened. We cannot undo Elrohir's feelings."

"It isn't right," repeated Elladan, trying to come to terms with what he had learned. "I thought Elrohir might be in love with Glorfindel or Erestor, Haldir maybe, but..." His voice trailed off, sighing. "What do I do now, ata'da?"

"Right now? Nothing."

Celeborn's calm reply slightly reassured Elladan. He looked at his grandfather and hoped the ancient Elf knew what to do.

"Elladan, you must understand that you now face a very serious choice." Celeborn hated putting such an immense burden on Elladan's shoulders, but the choice was ultimately Elladan's.

"What choice?" Elladan shook like a leaf, believing he knew what Celeborn was hinting at, but he had to hear his grandfather say it.

"The only way to reclaim Elrohir is for you to accept him as your lover."

"Aiya!" Elladan freed his hands from Celeborn's, jumped to his feet and went back to pacing the study. "I cannot do that! That would be wrong! We are brothers! Twins!" He had grown pale and now his breathing quickened as well.

Celeborn remained seated. He had expected such an outburst. "It is the very fact that you are twins that is causing Elrohir to feel this way. The two of you are very close -- even for twins -- and a bond has been forged that goes deeper than being siblings."

Elladan fiercely shook his head. "I cannot take my brother as my lover!"

"Then Elrohir will continue to fade and his fëa will travel to the Great Halls of Waiting." Celeborn raised a hand and pointed a finger at Elladan. "In the meantime you will be all alone on Arda and even if you do find him -- should he be allowed to be reborn -- it won't be the Elrohir you have always known." Slowly, he got to his feet. The weight of Arda seemed to rest on his shoulders and he wished he had known earlier. Then he might have been able to stop Elrohir from falling in love with his brother.

Elladan's eyes were the mirrors of his soul, reflecting all the pain, fears, and love he held for his twin. "What kind of choice is that? You paint a gloomy painting of our future."

"I need you to understand the consequences of your decision." Celeborn rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder and forced Elladan to stop pacing and to look at him. "The choice that you have to make is painfully simple. Either you accept that Elrohir has these feelings for you and you act on them, or you reject your twin and he will fade."

"Simple? How can such a choice be 'simple?" His temper was getting the better of him. He was angry at Celeborn for putting him in this situation and with Elrohir for falling in love with him. A brother wasn't supposed to have such feelings for his sibling! "'Tis all Elrohir's fault!"

Compassion and understanding colored Celeborn's blue eyes. 'Tis no-one's fault, Elladan. These things just happen."

Elladan snorted angrily and pulled away from Celeborn. "How can you ask me to bed my twin?" Indignation echoed through the study. "I cannot lay with my brother! It is an abomination!"

Another sigh fled Celeborn's lips. "You said you loved him."

"But not in that way!" Elladan exploded with emotion. "Why do you put me in this situation? Why did Elrohir have to fall in love with me? Why isn't brotherly love enough? Such love is forbidden!"

"Elladan, calm down." Celeborn now grabbed his grandson's shoulders and forced him to meet his gaze. "It is normal for you to be emotional about this. It is a shock and it is unexpected. That is why I told you not to do anything right now. You need to think this over and make a balanced decision. Remember, you hold the power over your brother's life. You can condemn him to death or give him life."

"How can you be this calm?" Elladan shook his head, as he stared at his grandfather.

"Because I have witnessed this once before." Celeborn bit his bottom lip, uncertain if he should tell Elladan. But his admission had calmed Elladan and the half-Elf now looked at him expectedly. "I have seen it happen to a pair of twins before," said Celeborn in the end. "One pined for the other, and never told him. Whilst his twin was dying of grief, the other had no idea he had the power to save him, to stop him from drifting away." Oh, he was bending the truth a little, but he couldn't afford Elladan to realize who he was talking about. "The younger twin was forced to watch his brother die."

"He did not know?" Elladan felt entranced, listening to Celeborn's soothing voice.

"He did not know," confirmed Celeborn. "I do not know what his decision would have been, had he known. But he was never given the luxury of the choice that you have now. You have the power to keep Elrohir alive and on Arda with us."

"But he is my brother!"

"And so we come full circle again," sighed Celeborn. "I understand your worries and apprehension, Elladan, but you need to decide what is more important to you." Seeing Elladan's puzzled look, he explained whilst gently rubbing his grandson's neck. "Bedding your brother is wrong... in most cases. I never condoned it in my realm and I never will, but this is an extraordinary situation. Elrohir and you are so close that you can read each other's thoughts. There have been times when you felt one another's pain. And when I look at the two of you I see one fëa, not two. I do not know why the Valar separated you at birth, but..." Celeborn had finally run out of words.

But Elladan understood what his grandfather was trying to tell him. "I must decide if I love Elrohir enough to accept him in that way. If I don't, I will lose him." He sighed deeply. "I do not know if I can take that step."

"Only time will tell," replied Celeborn, "But you have to realize that your time is limited. The signs of grief are very prominent in Elrohir. He might fade within the next few months. I doubt he has a whole year left."

Elladan closed his eyes temporary. "I wished this had never happened."

"Wishful thinking won't save Elrohir."

"Ata'da? What would you do if you were in my place?" Elladan realized it wasn't a fair thing to ask, but he had to know, and Celeborn was the only one who could council him in this matter now that Elrond was absent.

/I should have known you would ask me that question./ Celeborn took his time to consider Elladan's question, as he wanted to answer truthfully. "My brother Galathil and I were never as close as Elrohir and you are, so I find this question hard to answer. If I were not bound to Galadriel, and Galathil was about to fade because he had feelings for me..." He paused, sorting out his thoughts and feelings. Aye, what would he do?

"Ata'da? What would you do?" Elladan needed this answer now!

"I would do it. I would save him. I love him too much to let him fade." Celeborn met his grandson's challenging stare head on. "You must make your own decision, Elladan, but consider everything carefully. Elrohir is your brother, and I know no one will condemn you or your twin for taking this step. Your father will accept it because he loves the two of you dearly. And if you desire so, you can keep it a secret. No one except our family needs to know."

Elladan wrung his hands. "I thought that knowing what you would do would help, but I still feel lost."

"You could talk to Elrohir," suggested Celeborn, "Or wait for your father to return and ask for his council, but I think he will tell you exactly the same thing as I did."

"Maybe I will talk to Elrohir," said Elladan thoughtfully. "Maybe we can reach a decision together."

Celeborn didn't share Elladan's optimism. "What do you think he will say?"

Elladan averted his eyes, painfully aware of what his twin would say. "He kept this from me for a reason."

"He did not want to burden you," replied Celeborn. "He won't encourage you to accept him as your lover. It is more likely that he will fight you over this. And that would make it easier for you to give up on him, as you are already reluctant to do this. You will have to fight for the two of you. Do you understand? Your road won't be easy when you choose this path."

Elladan understood and nodded his head. "You said I had a choice, but in reality I do not, because I cannot stand by and watch Elrohir die. I would fade as well."

His heart went out to his grandson. "And how do you think your father will react when he loses the two of you? Is Elrond strong enough to cope with such a loss or will he fall into grief as well? Elrohir's death will start a chain reaction and it's impossible to say how many more will fade because of him."

"Ada..." Elladan whispered the word, realizing Celeborn might be right. Would Elrond survive losing his sons? They had already feared for him when Celebrían had been lost to them. "I know what I have to do, then." But his voice lacked conviction. He would do what he had to do in order to limit the damage, but the mere thought of bedding Elrohir made him nervous. "I will try, but I cannot promise you that I will be successful."

"Do not 'try', Elladan," said Celeborn firmly. "You must be certain of your decision or else you will fail."

"All right," said Elladan in a slightly stronger voice. "I will do it. I will keep Elrohir from fading. I will do whatever is necessary to assure he stays on Arda."

"That is better." Celeborn nodded his approval. "I know this is difficult for you, but you made the right decision."

"I have to see Elrohir now," said Elladan in a frantic tone. "I have to tell him. He has to know that I want him to stay." He was still afraid that his twin would give them the slip. Once Elrohir had left Imladris it might prove hard to find him. Elrohir was a trained warrior and tracker. His twin would use those skills to hide his tracks from them.

"Then go and tell your brother how much you love him." But before letting Elladan go, Celeborn pressed a chaste kiss on his grandson's brow. "You are very courageous to do this."

"I am scared of losing him," clarified Elladan. He briefly hugged his grandfather and then hurried out of the study.

Celeborn watched him leave; hoping Elladan would succeed where Elrond and Elros had failed.


Elladan didn't bother to knock and simply stormed into the rooms which he shared with his twin. It must have been so hard on Elrohir. I cannot understand where he found the strength to carry this burden for so long, but at last I can support him.

"Elrohir, where are you?" Looking about, his heart thundered madly. Elrohir wasn't in the room. Maybe in the bathroom?

He checked, but no, his twin wasn't there either.

Then his gaze fell on his brother's closet. The door was ajar and he pushed it open. His breath caught, realizing that Elrohir's warm riding cloak and leather boots were gone. "Nay, I cannot be too late! Ata'da said you were sleeping!"

Frantic, he ran down the stairs toward the stables. He ignored the confused looks the stable master gave him and headed straight for Elrohir's mare.

When he reached her box, it was empty. He sank to his knees and released an angry scream. "Elrohir, damn you for running away!"

As he rose to his feet, his movements were mechanic and his gaze determined. He was going to find his twin, bring him back home to Imladris and then he would do what he had to do in order to keep Elrohir with him. Even if that meant bedding him.


Not betaread. All mistakes are mine.


Part 17

"We must hurry! We have to find him, ata'da! Who knows what Elrohir's plans are!" Elladan was panicking. Now that his twin had left, a sea of emptiness threatened to drown him. They had been apart before, and although they had missed each other's company, they had coped well. But things were different now, knowing that he could lose his brother forever.

Celeborn, who was still wearing his traveling clothes, turned to address Haldir. It pained him to leave his secret love behind, but someone had to look after Imladris! "I trust we will find Elrohir and bring him back. In the meantime, make sure things run smoothly here." Haldir had been his seneschal for centuries and knew what to do.

"I will do my best," promised Haldir, bowing his head respectfully. If it had been up to him, he would have accompanied Celeborn and Elladan, but he understood that this was a family affair. "Be careful on the road, my Lord."

Smiling warmly, Celeborn briefly rested a hand on Haldir's shoulder, squeezing it.

"Ata'da! I am leaving!" Elladan had mounted his horse and steered it toward the road, which Elrohir had probably taken. "He already has a head start on us!"

Celeborn let go of Haldir's shoulder, marched over to his stallion and mounted as well. Elladan had already left the courtyard and he buried his heels into the horse's flanks, urging it to follow.

Looking over his shoulder, Elladan felt relieved to see that his grandfather was joining him at last. He slowed down reluctantly, allowing Celeborn to catch up with him.

"Do you have any idea where we can find Elrohir?" Looking at the darkening sky, Celeborn felt worried. He couldn't remember the last time the weather had changed this abruptly. Normally Imladris was graced with warm, clear skies.

His grandfather's question caused Elladan's heart to contract in pain. "Nay, I do not. I have no idea where Elrohir went." Why hadn't he gone to their rooms earlier? Maybe then he would have caught his twin sneaking off!

"Elladan, stop." Celeborn grabbed his grandson's wrist and forced Elladan to come to a stop. "Look at me. Listen!"

Elladan was about to scold his grandfather for stopping him and allowing Elrohir's head start to increase, but as he looked into Celeborn's blue eyes calm came over him.

"Elrohir and you share a special bond. Concentrate on it. It will lead you to him."

Elladan nodded; Celeborn was right. Elrohir and he were connected and the bond would enable him to locate his twin. Closing his eyes, he focused on his younger brother. Elrohir, where are you? Where are you headed? Let me know! Let me see! For one moment his surroundings darkened, and then he saw a familiar shaped mountain. If his vision was true, he knew where to find his elusive twin. "Follow me!"

Celeborn released him and urged his stallion to follow.


They were on the road for countless hours. And finally Arien was descending in the skies. Dusk was coming over the lands.

Elladan was driving his horse to an even greater speed and soon they left the valley to encounter a rock-filled landscape. "He is heading for the lands of Men! We have to find him before someone else does!" He was worried that Elrohir wouldn't be able to properly defend himself when attacked in his current condition. Although Imladris was on friendly terms with the Men that dwelled close to Rivendell, he didn't know how the mortals would react when happening upon Elrohir. Biting his bottom lip in concentration, he continued to reach out. His brother's presence was growing stronger. "He is close."

That remark made Celeborn frown. "Elrohir left long before we did. He should not be this close."

Sudden pain whipped through Elladan and he reached for his chest, placing his hand over his heart. "'Tis Elrohir. He is in pain!"

"Concentrate! We have to find him!" Celeborn stared at his oldest grandson and saw the strain in those tense shoulders. Resting a hand on Elladan's arm, he tried to support the half-Elf in whatever way possible.

Suddenly Elladan's head snapped back, and his eyes stared into the distance. "I know where he is!" He pulled at the reins and steered his horse to his right.

Celeborn followed suit, hoping Elladan knew what he was doing.


The heavens suddenly opened above them, releasing seas of rain. Burrowing deeper into their cloaks, Elladan and Celeborn continued. They had left their horses behind to climb the mountain and were both frustrated at their slow pace.

Studying his surroundings, Celeborn realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that the scattered rocks meant a rock avalanche had happened before their arrival. He hoped Elrohir hadn't been caught up in it.

Elladan was having similar thoughts. The pain in his chest had tightened and he sensed his twin's physical, as well as emotional pain. Hold out, Elrohir. I am coming for you. We will find you. Just hold on a little longer. He moved purposefully now, leading his grandfather to the right.

Both gasped in shock.

A pile of rocks lay in front of them and beneath it showed a piece of green fabric. Elladan knew instinctively that it was a part of Elrohir's riding cloak. "Ata'da, help me!" He sunk onto his knees and began removing the stones from his twin's body. Tears flowed down his face, desperately holding on to the knowledge that Elrohir was still alive. He could still sense his twin in his mind and his heart.

Celeborn's heart went out to them. He hated seeing them suffer like that. "Be strong for your brother," said Celeborn firmly, removing the last few stones that had hidden Elrohir's body from sight. "He is alive. That is all that matters!"

Clinging to his grandfather's words of hope and encouragement, he cautiously pulled Elrohir toward him. Now that his brother rested in his arms he looked pleadingly at his grandfather. Dried droplets of blood clung to Elrohir's long hair and his twin's eyes were closed. "Ata'da? How badly injured is he?" He was way too emotional to properly check for injuries. I would not know what to do without ata'da. He was thankful Celeborn was here and questioningly met his grandfather's gaze. "Please tell me he will be all right."

Celeborn's hands tenderly probed Elrohir's limbs. "He might be concussed, but we cannot be sure until he wakes up." Continuing the examination, he smiled relieved. Elrohir had suffered remarkably little damage, which was a miracle. "His left arm is broken and his ribs feel bruised, but I cannot find any mortal injuries. We need to take him back to Imladris where we can take care of him." His gaze left Elrohir's face and explored the sky. "More rain and even storm are approaching. I doubt we can make it back before it breaks loose."

"We passed by a cabin not so long ago." Elladan nodded absentmindedly. "We can stay there until the storm dies down." The cabin was usually used by their border sentries and would serve them well. "We can take him there."

Celeborn nodded as well. He didn't want to tell Elladan yet, but Elrohir's state did worry him. Normally the Elven healing ability would secure Elrohir's swift recovery, but due to the grief that ability was no longer working as it should. "You do not have much time left."

Elladan shivered with understanding. It was a warning to accept his brother's love for him. The bruises that covered Elrohir's face and hands urged him on, but as he didn't trust himself to carry his brother, he looked at his grandfather. "I cannot carry him... I..." He raised a hand, which trembled violently.

Celeborn released a tormented sigh. Was it possible that Elladan was beginning to fade as well? He hoped not. He gathered Elrohir safely in his arms and then lifted his youngest grandson.

Feeling strangely numb, Elladan followed them down the mountain, trying hard to uphold the fading connection between them. Elrohir was slowly growing weaker and he needed to get close to his twin.


Night had long descended over the lands when they finally reached their horses.

Celeborn, realizing Elrohir's breathing was growing weaker, signaled for Elladan to mount his horse. Next, he placed Elrohir in front of his oldest grandson. "Hold on tight." The close physical contact would hopefully strengthen Elrohir.

Elladan wrapped his arms possessively around his twin's waist and made sure his younger brother sat secure in front of him. He smiled weakly when Elrohir rested his head against his right shoulder. He briefly had to free one hand to re-arrange his warm riding cloak around them. Now that he had created a nice, warm cocoon around them, he rested his chin on Elrohir's shoulder. "Gwenneth, how could you be so stupid as to run away?" He was trying hard to control the desperate rage that was overwhelming him. He could be angry with his twin later.

Celeborn mounted as well, and after getting his bearings, started to lead them to the cabin.


Elrohir felt lost on waves of pain and misery. He balanced between waking up and drifting deeper asleep, but right now he was growing aware of the warmth that enclosed him.

The rock avalanche had completely surprised him. It had thundered down the mountain side and, panicking, his horse had thrown him off. Dazed, he had lain on the ground, and before he'd had a chance to flee, the rocks had reached him, burying him beneath them. Then the pain had washed over him. His body ached, but the anguish in his heart was even worse. He missed Elladan, missed his twin's closeness; his warmth, the sound of his voice. But leaving Imladris had been inevitable. Pulling Elladan into fading with him was unacceptable and therefore he'd had to put distance between them.

He hadn't left a note, not wanting to be found. Instinctively, he had known that Elladan would try to find him and he had chosen to go to the lands of Men, hoping that his twin would think it the last place where he would head.

Too tired and exhausted to worry about what had happened to create this warmth that enclosed him, he let himself float on his feelings and thoughts. They had calmed down for some reason and he actually felt comfortable.

"Gwenneth, how could you be so stupid as to run away?"

Those words sent splinters of ice through his veins and he felt paralyzed, hearing Elladan's voice. Nay, he cannot have found me! He did his utmost best to open his eyes and find out if his suspicion was true, but his eyelids refused to cooperate. What do I do now? Did he really find me? I tried so hard to get away from him! I do not want to cause him more pain! Why couldn't he let me go?

He found the answer to that question in his heart. Because he loves you. You are twins.

That thought reassured him for some odd reason and he allowed himself to fall into unconsciousness where his pain and troubled thoughts no longer existed.


"Sire? A messenger from Imladris has arrived, requesting to talk to Lord Elrond."

Thranduil frowned, hearing this news. He nodded at the advisor and said, "Tell him to enter." He felt slightly nervous, as this was his first public appearance since Sauron's Shadow had invaded his mind. Erestor had urged him to resume his duties, and realizing his lover was right, he had agreed.

That didn't mean he felt confident in front of his advisors, staff and servants. He still looked badly out of shape. Dark circles were present beneath his eyes, his hair was still gray and at times he had to lean heavily on Erestor for support. Vilya might be helping him fight the Shadow and aid his recovery, but recuperating still took time.

His gaze shifted to Erestor. The dark-haired Elf had seated himself to his right and seemed ready to intervene should he tire himself out. I love you for being this protective.

Erestor -- bemused -- catching that thought, raised an eyebrow. You had better grow used to it.

I will. Thranduil smiled smugly and placed his hand atop of Erestor's. Until now he hadn't been sure if he should disclose their relationship to his court, but now he realized that hiding it felt absolutely wrong.

Muffled whispers moved through the group of advisors and servants, but no one addressed him. Good, they are still loyal to me, no matter what. That fact warmed his heart. It will make things easier when I openly propose to him.

You want to do what? Erestor's eyes had widened marginally. He fought to keep the surprise from his face, as he locked gazes with the King of Mirkwood. You intend to propose to me in front of your people? He knew Thranduil was in love with him, but this was rather unexpected.

Thranduil refrained from forming a reply, wanting Erestor to feel a little insecure and confused. The messenger had just entered and was now bowing respectfully. "You are welcome here," Thranduil said, "And I will take you to Lord Elrond personally." As long as Elrond was recovering he felt it was his responsibility to take care of his patient.

The messenger thanked the Ruler of Mirkwood and looked at Erestor for reassurance.

"I will join you, then," said Erestor, realizing relations between Mirkwood and Imladris were still somewhat fragile on the outside. He caught the relieved sigh of the messenger and signaled for the Elf to follow them.

Thranduil dismissed his advisors for the moment and fell into step beside Erestor, occasionally exchanging glances with his lover. Absentmindedly one of his fingertips moved over Vilya, caressing the stone. The fact that Elrond allowed him to wear the ring still baffled him.

Now that they had reached Elrond's temporary quarters, Thranduil knocked. He waited for Glorfindel to acknowledge them and then opened the door. All three of them entered and Thranduil's first look was for Elrond, who was sound asleep. Glorfindel rose from the chair, his hand still holding Elrond's.

A warm smile settled on Thranduil's features. So they are lovers. I did wonder about Glorfindel's deep concern for Elrond. Now that he had Erestor, he felt happy for Elrond as well. After losing Celebrían the half-Elf apparently had found someone to share his life with again.

"Sire?" Glorfindel frowned, seeing the messenger behind Thranduil. A sense of foreboding came over him. Why would the twins send a messenger?

"I will leave the three of you, then," said Thranduil, indicating for Erestor to leave with him. It was then that he realized that he looked upon Erestor as his. His lover, his advisor, his mate. Erestor now belonged at his side. Erestor's probing look told him that his lover knew what he had been thinking. Or do you think differently?

Erestor pondered the question. Nay, I do not. You are right. I belong with you now. But it will take time for me to grow comfortable with that fact. I have been Elrond's chief advisor for so long.

But you are mine now. Body and soul. I won't ever let you go, nîn-cuil.

The possessive thoughts that accompanied Thranduil's statement made Erestor quiver with desire and passion. For as long as he could remember he had taken care of others; had provided his council and a listening ear. But never before had someone offered to take care of him in turn. Im mela lle, Thranduil.

Erestor's reply satisfied Thranduil, who then folded an arm around his lover's waist. He closed the door behind them and pulled Erestor into the corridor where he proceeded to kiss him. You are in my blood.

The kiss was passionate, lustful and yet still full of love. Just the way a kiss is supposed to be, thought Erestor pleased. Do we have more engagements today or can we retreat to your chambers? I want to be alone with you.

I think they can spare us for an hour. After all, I am King here! My subjects do as I command them to. Thranduil trembled with anticipation seeing the naughty expression in his lover's eyes. What are you up to, meleth-nîn?

Erestor grinned. "Oh, my Liege, please have mercy on your poor subject and do not abuse my body again!"

Thranduil briefly felt stunned, but then caught on. "Nay, you will do as your King commands or I will throw you into the dungeons. I will have my wicked way with you! I will possess your body." He pulled Erestor even closer and grinded his erection against his lover's groin. "You will pleasure me."

"Nay, my King, I beg you... Have mercy!" Erestor was trying hard to sound desperate, but his body naturally betrayed him. Well, nothing was wrong with a little role-playing and Thranduil seemed 'up' for it. They just had to go slow and make sure the Sinda didn't exhaust himself.

Taking charge, Thranduil's lips left Erestor's, trailed downward and suckled the skin of his lover's throat. "Off to my bed with you, where I will tie your hands and feet to the bedposts, lirimaer, spreading you open to do as I please. The King has needs and it is your task to see them met. Be assured that I will thoroughly use you. All of you, especially that sweet mouth of yours." Thranduil wondered what possessed him to talk to Erestor in this way, but it was very obvious that they both liked it... A lot.

Shivers of eager anticipation coursed through Erestor's trembling body at Thranduil's determined voice. Then the blond's hand rubbed his erection through the fabric of his leggings, massaging it to full hardness. "Aiya, you will ravish me and there is nothing I can do to stop you! My King, I beg for your mercy one last time!"

"No mercy for you, lirimaer. You belong in my bed, squirming beneath me, and yearning for release, which only I can grant." Just talking this way was getting him excited and he was already moving toward release. If he wasn't careful his seed would be spilled before they even got to his rooms!

Erestor was facing the same problem. A familiar throbbing traveled through his groin and he yelped softly when Thranduil's teeth broke the skin of his throat. The fact that they were in a corridor and could be discovered added to their excitement.

"And then I will take you, hard," panted Thranduil, as his lips left his lover's soft skin to travel to a pointed ear.

His lover's warm breath against the tip of his ear made Erestor quiver and he felt weak in the knees when Thranduil resumed talking.

"You will first present yourself to your King on your hands and knees. That idea alone is enough to make me want to ravish you. I will possess you completely, forcing myself a way into your warm and unwilling body." He rubbed himself against Erestor's lower body, adding to their stimulation. He licked his lover's earlobe and then continued in a hoarse tone, "Can you feel me push inside? Thrust deep inside you? Hitting you there and making you hard in turn? You will pay for not wanting to pleasure me. I will aim every thrust at that special spot inside your hot, tight passage until you scream for release!"

Erestor's eyes had darkened and he was panting hard, thrusting against Thranduil in turn. "Aiya, my King, you are taking advantage of me!"

"And with another thrust I will bring you to orgasm. You cannot stop me, so surrender to the sensation. Your passage contracts around me, bringing me to orgasm as well. As I fill you with my seed, you are helpless to do anything about it. I am claiming you, marking you!"

Erestor, unable to hold back any longer, pressed his lips against Thranduil's and came inside his leggings. Trembling in his lover's arms, he felt the same tension, followed by relaxation, course through Thranduil's body. You came as well!

The things you do to me, lirimaer! Thranduil shook violently when orgasm claimed him. Never before had his body reacted to mere words in this way. I would love to really do that to you some time. The thought of having Erestor in his bed, completely helpless and pretending to be unwilling filled him with lustful images.

They clung to each other, riding out the sensation. Their lips reunited and settled into a lazy kiss.

"Ehm," The sound of someone clearing his throat brought them back to reality.

Erestor had the grace to blush, meeting Glorfindel's curious gaze. But as he looked at Thranduil, he found that the Sinda was smiling smugly at him. How much had Glorfindel seen? And what did the Elda think of their actions? They had to be more careful in future. This passion that had overwhelmed them had been stronger than anything he had ever felt before. Oh, our love life will be interesting!

We will make it interesting, lirimaer, replied Thranduil, wishing they had made it back to his rooms before engaging in this activity. Then they would have been able to change their clothing before facing Glorfindel. Erestor? We need to take our clothes off first in future. This is very uncomfortable. Looking at the dark-haired Elf, he caught Erestor's understanding expression.

Glorfindel coughed, trying to cover up his embarrassment at finding them in such a compromising condition, but at the same time he also felt wicked. Could he dare make a comment about what he had just witnessed? Locking gazes with Thranduil, he decided not to risk the King's wrath. /But that blush does become Erestor!/

Although Glorfindel had felt hesitant when Erestor had told him about his feelings for Thranduil, he now smiled warmly. I am glad you have found love and passion. I know you bonded accidentally and I assume this is more than you had hoped for. Then, the next thought hit him. I cannot wait to tell Elrond!

"Could I have a word with you, Sire?" Glorfindel forced himself to act as normal as possible when addressing the King.

Thranduil cleared his throat, and when Erestor tried to move away, he tightened his hold on the Noldo. Nay, you are staying, nîn-cuil. Focusing on the Elda again, he said, "I require a few minutes to freshen up. I will join you in half an hour."

Glorfindel's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I assume Erestor needs to freshen up as well?"

Erestor cringed, and hoped Glorfindel wouldn't share this particular secret with Elrond, but being honest with himself, he knew better. I will never live this down. They will tease me with this for the next millennia.

"I will inform Elrond that you will join us shortly." Glorfindel smiled cockily and then turned around to return to Elrond's side. "And you might want to seek out a more deserted corridor in the future. Your words, and your moaning, were rather... audible." With a pleasing whoosh, he closed the door behind him.

Erestor and Thranduil stared at each other in disbelief, but then erupted into laughter.

"Let them talk and laugh," said Thranduil eventually, refusing to be ashamed for loving Erestor. "I do not care."

Erestor sighed. "Maybe it is a good thing after all that I won't return to Imladris with them. They would tease me the whole time."

"You will stay with me... In my bed." Thranduil grinned, hugged his lover and then steered a smiling Erestor toward his quarters. Aye, our love life will be very interesting indeed!


Not betaed. All mistakes are mine.


Part 18

By the time Celeborn and the twins reached the stone cabin -- partly hidden by ancient oak trees -- all three of them were soaking wet. Elladan's worries increased now that his twin was constantly shivering in his arms. Occasionally a tormented groan fled his younger brother's lips and then Elrohir would press tighter against him, as if trying to soak up his body heat. "Hush now, gwenneth, you will be warm soon." He tore his eyes away from Elrohir and gazed questioningly at Celeborn instead.

The Lord of the Golden Wood's grey traveling cloak dripped with fat rain drops when Celeborn quickly dismounted. He whispered into his stallion's ear, telling the animal to seek shelter, and to remain close whilst the storm lasted. Then he walked over to his grandsons and exchanged a worried look with Elladan. "How does he fare?"

"His trembling has turned into violent shivers," said Elladan in a concerned tone. "Elrohir needs to get warm and dry." And there were other things that Elrohir needed, but he didn't want to think about that yet. He would deal with that later.

"Slide him down into my arms. I will take him inside." Celeborn opened his arms and waited for Elladan to act.

Elladan didn't want to lose contact with his twin, but complied. Cautiously, he released Elrohir from his hold and slid his twin down the horse's body. Celeborn caught him effortlessly and Elladan quickly dismounted. Whilst taking care of his horse, he watched Celeborn carry his twin inside. Elladan bowed his head in defeat. Elrohir hadn't regained consciousness yet, and he could feel his twin slip further away from him.

I am scared to think of what I have to do in order to reclaim him. Ata'da told me I have to make love to Elrohir, but can I touch him that intimately? When they had been Elflings and their bodies had begun to wake up, they had sometimes masturbated together. The thrill of something new and the fact that they were doing it together had added to their excitement, and they had enjoyed doing it at the time. They had even watched the other come occasionally, and once or twice, they had brought each other to orgasm. But they had never gone further.

He had then decided to date a young Elf at his father's court, but they had quickly realized they didn't suit each other. Elladan had tried again, but none of his lovers had worked out. Although he had gained some experience in the art of love, he had never found true fulfillment in his lover's arms.

Things had been different for Elrohir. As far as Elladan knew, his twin had not yet taken a lover, preferring to 'save' himself for his true love -- at least that was how Elrohir had phrased it. He had tried to convince his brother to find someone as well, but Elrohir had always declined. The sad expression in his twin's eyes had made him wonder at the time; he hadn't understood why Elrohir was acting in that way. Oh, but it all makes sense now. When did he first start to have these feelings for me? He would ask Elrohir one day.

Unable to postpone entering the cabin any longer, he stepped inside. Looking about, he realized that the cabin had two rooms; a small bedroom in the back and a larger living area with an improvised kitchen. He closed the door behind him to ward off the cold and rain, and shuffled into the bedroom.

Elrohir was resting on a cot and Celeborn was busy removing the weakened Elf's wet clothes. His grandfather looked up and Elladan quickly averted his eyes, uncertain what to do.

Celeborn understood Elladan's hesitance, but he hoped his oldest grandson would overcome his fears and doubts for Elrohir's sake. "Why don't you build a fire and then also undress? We need to dry our clothes." Plus he needed Elladan naked as well. He would guide them gently but firmly. He would see to it that Elrohir wasn't lost to them.

"Aye, ata'da." Elladan was relieved to be dismissed and left Elrohir to Celeborn's tender care. He quickly hurried to the fireplace. Wood was stacked next to it and he had a small fire going in a few minutes. Feeding it more wood, the flames grew stronger and began to warm the small cabin. Carrying out Celeborn's orders, he shrugged out of his cloak, boots and shirt, which he placed close to the fire so they could dry. In the end, he removed his socks, leggings, and the loincloth.

Sitting down cross-legged in front of the fire, he watched the flames dance against the logs. He had to make love to his brother! He sighed, trying to accept that. How am I supposed to do that? Well, he knew how to make love to a male -- having done it before -- but this was his twin!

He was still staring into the fire when Celeborn joined him in the room. The elder Elf clearly saw the fears and doubts in Elladan's eyes and sighed. After removing his own wet clothes he sat down next to Elladan. In the bedroom he had found a spare shirt and he now slipped into it. There was no use in offering it to Elladan, as he needed the twin naked.

"Tell me what is on your mind, pen-neth." He stretched his long legs and enjoyed the warmth of the fire tickling the soles of his feet. Running a hand through his wet mane, he gazed at Elladan, giving the half-Elf the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

"I am not sure I can do it," said Elladan eventually. "He is my brother, ata'da."

Celeborn braided his wet hair into one single plait and then pulled up his legs to his chest, studying his grandson. He vividly recalled the day the twins had been born. Galadriel and he had traveled to Imladris to support their daughter and he had been one of the first who had been able to tell the babies apart. When Galadriel had returned to Lothlorien he had stayed, enjoying holding the babies and occasionally baby sitting so Elrond and Celebrían could have some quiet evenings alone. "Elladan, do you love him?"

"Of course I do," said Elladan, slightly annoyed. "You don't really doubt my love for Elrohir, do you?"

Celeborn shook his head. "Nay, I do not, but now you have to take that love to a whole new level. You have to make it physical – sensual."

"And that is what troubles me." Elladan bit his bottom lip, but then laughed. "I am glad you are here and not Ada. Talking to him about this would have been even more awkward."

"What is it that troubles you?" Celeborn didn't allow the distraction. Placing a hand gently on his grandson's shoulder, he waited for Elladan to look at him. When he had his grandson's full attention, he asked, "Is it because you are... inexperienced in the matters of love?"

Elladan couldn't help it, he grinned. "I have had lovers before, ata'da, all male ones, but this is my little brother and things are different where he is concerned."

Celeborn considered what he had just learned. "Elladan, Elrohir loves you. Right now he is in a trance-like state. He knows what is happening, but is too weak to react. Once he regains full awareness he will fight you over your decision. You should do this now, whilst he is still relaxed and entranced."

"Whilst he cannot fight me over this," sighed Elladan. "Do you really think he will try to stop me?"

"Elrohir feels guilty for having this passion for you. When you give him a single chance, he will chase you away and fade into nothingness, spending the last days of his life in loneliness. We do not want that to happen, do we?"

"Nay, I do not want that." Elladan drew in a deep breath and pushed himself to his feet. Postponing this would only add to his nervousness. "Ata'da, what must I do to reclaim him?"

Celeborn got to his feet and stared deeply into his grandson's hooded eyes. "You must convince him you return his love. Make love to him."

Elladan swallowed nervously. "Must I take him or... should I let him take me?"

Celeborn smiled warmly in understanding. "Elrohir lacks the strength to take you, pen-neth. You will have to claim him."

Shuffling his feet, Elladan averted his eyes. "Do I have to claim him... fully?"

"Aye, Elladan, you have to make him yours." Acting instinctively, Celeborn pulled Elladan into his arms and held him close. "Once you let go of your guilt and shame, you will find a sea of love in your brother's soul. The bond between the two of you will blossom and your fëa will finally become one. Trust me, there is no shame or disgrace in acknowledging this love. For you feel it too, don't you?"

"I do," admitted Elladan in a tiny voice. "But I am scared to act upon my feelings."

Celeborn ruffled the long, dark hair. "Elrohir is weak and depends on you. You have to do this for the both of you."

Determination crept into Elladan's eyes, hearing his grandfather's words. Celeborn was right; Elrohir depended on him for his survival. "I won't fail him."

"Then go to him and love him, pen-neth." Celeborn released Elladan and walked toward the saddle bags on the table. He removed a glass phial from them and pushed it into Elladan's hand, closing the half-Elf's fingers over it. "This will help. Be gentle with him."

Elladan stared at the phial of oil in his hand, knowing it would make their lovemaking more enjoyable for Elrohir. He swallowed hard, trying to rid himself of the lump of emotions in his throat. "Diolle lle." The fact that Celeborn had thought to pack this told him much his grandfather cared.

Celeborn nodded his approval and then gently pushed Elladan toward the bedroom.

After drawing in a deep, steadying breath, Elladan's jaw set grimly. Setting aside his last doubts, he marched into the bedroom.


Elrond worriedly stared at Glorfindel. "You heard the messenger! It is a matter of live and death. We need to leave now! We cannot linger here any longer!"

Glorfindel shook his head in disapproval, frustrated that the messenger had been unable to provide them with much needed details. "You are not fit to travel yet. I won't allow it."

"You haven't been listening!" growled Elrond frustrated. "I feel something is wrong with my sons and you will obey!"

This argument had been going on since the messenger had left. Elrond, still confined to his bed, glowered at his lover, who refused to cooperate. "We have to leave for Imladris now!"

Concerned for Elrond's well-being, Glorfindel shook his head again. He had been standing near the doorway, but he now headed for Elrond's bed, where he sat down on its edge. "Melamin, you need more rest to recover. I will return to Imladris alone whilst you recuperate here."

"Nay! I want to be with my sons! They need me!"

Glorfindel was slightly shocked when his lover bared his teeth in warning. "But melme, I am acting in your best interest! You would fall off your horse! What is it that you want me to do? Tie you to your saddle?"

"I do not care if that is what you have to do," spat Elrond, "I will do whatever necessary to be united with my sons!"

Glorfindel sighed defeated. He knew Elrond well enough to know the half-Elf would get his way in the end. "But we have to inform Thranduil and Erestor first. We cannot just leave like that."

Even Elrond had to agree to that. "Ask them to visit with me. I will tell them and then we will leave!" His instincts warned him that something was wrong with the twins. He'd always had a very tight connection to all three of his children and sensed that his bond with Elrohir was weakening. It was still there, but it felt awfully fragile.

Glorfindel was about to rise from the bed when someone knocked on the door. "Enter." He hadn't even had a chance to tell Elrond what he had witnessed in the corridor. It might have lifted the half-Elf's spirits, but he could tell that Elrond wasn't in the mood to hear about Thranduil and Erestor's carelessness.

The door opened and Thranduil entered first. The King hoped Glorfindel and Elrond would keep the innuendo to a minimum; he had to exercise his power otherwise to forbid them to make fun of his lover. But when he saw the agitation on Elrond's face, he knew the messenger had delivered very distressing news. All thoughts of his escapade in the corridor faded. He quickly grabbed Erestor's wrist and pulled his lover into place beside him.

Erestor winced, hoping Elrond and Glorfindel would have mercy on him and not mention the indiscretion the Elda had witnessed. But as soon as he saw Elrond's expression he also realized that something was amiss. He drew the only logical conclusion. "Has something happened to the children?" It didn't matter how old Arwen and the twins were, he would also look upon them as Elflings, and he knew his friends felt the same way.

"'Tis Elrohir," said Elrond, relieved that his chief advisor was still alert and observant. "I must return to Imladris at once."

Thranduil voiced his skepticism. "You are not fit to travel yet."

"I will survive," said Elrond irritated. "And I need no one's permission to leave!" He pushed down the blankets, swung his feet onto the floor and began to rise from the bed – rather unsteadily.

Glorfindel acted by wrapping an arm around his lover's waist. "Why must you be this stubborn?"

"Glorfindel, I know Elrohir is in trouble. How can I possible ignore that fact and look the other way?"

Sighing, Glorfindel nodded once. "I will get you to Imladris in one piece, but you will pay the price for this later. You will only lengthen your recovery time."

"That is a small price to pay once I know Elrohir is fine," snarled Elrond in frustration.

Erestor and Glorfindel exchanged a questioning look. It was obvious Elrond was still too weak to travel and the half-Elf would end up in an even worse condition once he arrived in Imladris. Suddenly Thranduil squeezed his hand and Erestor made eye contact with his lover. /What is wrong?/ Erestor asked, sensing Thranduil's worry and resignation.

"I should return Vilya to you," said Thranduil in a muffled tone. He should have known that his newly found peace of mind couldn't last. Vilya had strengthened him, kept Sauron's Shadow at bay and even sustained his land. But now he had to fight this battle alone again. But no, not completely alone. Erestor would fight at his side.

Elrond, leaning heavily against Glorfindel, saw the dread that had appeared in Thranduil's eyes. Seeing that fear made his decision much easier. "Keep the ring until Sauron has been defeated."

Thranduil stared at Elrond in disbelief. "Gil-galad gave it to you."

"But it is you who needs it the most," said Elrond in a fatigued tone. "You can return it to me once the Shadow has left your mind."

"You seem very certain that Sauron will be defeated," remarked Thranduil thoughtfully.

Elrond's eyes hardened. "I have to believe that Sauron can be defeated. We cannot give into despair, meldir."

Thranduil bowed his head in acknowledgement. "In that case I have another request."

Elrond already knew what Thranduil was going to ask and said, "Aye, Erestor can stay. You need him."

Erestor gave Elrond a look filled with gratitude. "I will ensure that the Shadow won't win."

"Excellent," whispered Elrond fatigued, who now addressed Glorfindel again. "Inform our escort that we are leaving."

Glorfindel nodded once. "I promise you that we will reach Imladris as quickly as possible." Like Elrond, he had to make sure Elrohir was well.


Elladan hesitantly shuffled into the bedroom. His gaze was instantly drawn toward Elrohir, who was curled up beneath a warm blanket. Part of an improvised bandage showed. Apparently Celeborn had used a dry corner of his traveling cloak to bandage the injured limb. His brother's raven mane was still damp. Large, dark circles had appeared beneath the closed eyes and his twin looked ghostly pale. "What am I to do with you?"

Slowly, he moved toward the bed. Sitting down on its edge, he raised a hand and reached for his brother, running a fingertip down an icy cheek. "Elrohir? Can you hear me at all?"

"El..."

Elladan managed a weak smile. "You know I am here. Even unconscious you know I am close." He sighed, brushed back his own wayward hair and studied his twin. "Ata'da wants us to make love, but I am not sure I can follow through. I love you, Gwenneth, but... You are my brother."

"Ella..."

This time Elrohir's fragile voice sounded more urgent and suddenly the younger twin released a muffled scream. His arms moved madly about and then reached for him, pulling him close. Elladan allowed it when Elrohir settled his older twin comfortably against him. Face to face, Elladan swallowed hard, seeing his brother's sunken features. "Fading won't take you long." Celeborn was right; Elrohir didn't have a year left.

"Ellad..."

Elladan's smile went from hesitant to heartfelt warm. Whilst still asleep, Elrohir was petting his hair, trying to soothe his worries, which his younger twin was obviously picking up on. "Im mela lle, gwenneth. I love you too much to let you fade." Nervously, he tried to ignore the butterflies that now tickled his insides, knowing that he was going to make love to Elrohir. "I will be as gentle as possible."

Looking at Elrohir, he saw the other's real inner beauty for the very first time. Elrohir had always been the one who wanted to take of him, of Ada, Glorfindel, Erestor, everyone. Elrohir's love was pure and selflessness. Elrohir always wanted what was best for others.

"You must have felt so alone and I never realized it." Hearing the sound of his own voice soothed him, and he tentatively touched his lips to Elrohir's. Although they were chapped, they felt softer than any lips he had had ever tasted before. A pleased moan slipped from Elrohir's lips, making Elladan wrap his arms around him. He remained careful though, keeping in mind that Elrohir's left arm was broken.

"I know you can hear me. You might not fully realize that fact, but I can sense you in my mind. It has always been like that. Ata'da says our bond will grow even stronger after I claimed you and I wonder what it will be like when we are fully connected."

He stopped talking and claimed Elrohir's lips again. His twin was now growing restless, pressing himself close and rubbing his lower body against him. Elladan's breath caught; his twin's erection poked his stomach. "You really want me, don't you?"

"Elladan..."

Elladan grinned. "At least you managed to say my entire name this time." He placed the phial next to the pillow and licked his lips. He had to do this now. Once Elrohir was fully awake his twin might not consent to this. "I am sorry, gwenneth, but this might be my only chance to ensure that you will stay with me."

Elrohir's grip was becoming painful and Elladan wrestled himself free, gathering his twin's hands in his right, which he brought together above Elrohir's head. His breath caught, when the other half-Elf parted his legs, making him slip into place between his thighs. "Oh, this will be easier than I thought."

Elrohir was obviously yearning for his touch and Elladan studied the beautiful creature beneath him. "We do belong together. I have fought that realization since finding out that you love me. I cannot let you fade. I would lose myself as well. Gwenneth, will you let me make love to you? Claim you? Make you mine? I cannot let you leave."

"Elladan... aye... El..." Elrohir was mumbling feverishly and arched his back, trying to create more friction between them. His eyes were still closed, but his mind had long registered the loving and familiar presence. Elladan was with him, warming him, holding him and that was all his starved soul needed to know, making his instincts take over.

The eagerness and passion that Elrohir displayed urged Elladan on. Taking his time, he closed his lips over his brother's, drawing soft mews of pleasure from them. He lowered himself atop of his twin's body and with his free hand he guided Elrohir's legs around his waist. Holding his younger sibling gently, he explored Elrohir's mouth. The demanding tongue that chased his, was eager to capture him and he yielded, allowing Elrohir to take control of their kiss. He would have preferred to make love slowly, but Elrohir's wants and needs crashed ruthlessly into his mind, making him pant for breath.

Elrohir's need to become one in body and soul overwhelmed him and Elladan fought for control. Releasing his brother's lips, his tongue left a wet trail down the other half-Elf's throat, where he occasionally suckled the soft skin. Elrohir's legs suddenly slipped back onto the bed. Realizing Elrohir was still too weak to keep his legs wrapped around his waist, Elladan slid down his brother's body, showering the flat stomach with tender kisses.

When he reached the already slick erection, he hesitated again, but then he pushed all doubts from his mind. "It is easy to love you, Elrohir, and it helps, knowing that what pleases me will please you as well." His twin's body reacted to the ministrations like his own.

He bestowed a feline lick onto the tip of Elrohir's erection and then breathed onto the enflamed skin. Elrohir squirmed beneath him, and raised his hips in a mute invitation to be taken. Panting hard, Elladan lost the struggle to make slow love to his twin and gave in. Elrohir's needs were pushing him toward union.

He had long let go of his twin's wrists and Elrohir's fingers had buried themselves in his long hair, petting it again. Although his twin's eyes were still closed, their link told him Elrohir was on the brink of waking up. I must hurry. Elrohir was very willing now that his feelings of shame weren't in the way, but it would be a completely different situation once Elrohir started to fight him off.

Reaching for the phial, he opened it and coated one finger with the slick substance. "I will be very gentle and we will go slowly, gwenneth. I promise you a minimum of pain and intense pleasure." Reality hit hard, as he finally placed his finger at the tight entrance to Elrohir's body. He was really going to do this! "You are still a virgin, gwenneth. I hope I won't disappoint you." He wasn't just going to make love to Elrohir, he was also taking his twin's virginity.

His finger easily slid inside. It helped enormously that Elrohir was utterly relaxed in this entranced state and he probed the warm passage, hoping to quickly locate the gland that would ensure his brother's ecstasy. When Elrohir squirmed and moaned deliriously, he knew he had located it. Rubbing the gland gently, he stared at Elrohir in wonder. His twin was now pushing down onto his finger, eager for more stimulation. "Soon, gwenneth. Let me set the pace."

After manipulating the gland a little longer, he removed his finger and returned with two digits which he had coated in more oil. Wiggling them inside Elrohir's passage, he blanketed his brother's trembling body and locked lips. The kiss was undeniable passionate and both moaned their pleasure.

Unable to postpone the act itself any longer, Elladan knelt between his brother's legs, and rubbed a generous amount of oil onto his own aching member. "Im mela lle, Elrohir. Stay with me. Don't ever leave me." He curled his fingers around his erection and guided himself into Elrohir's willing body, finally claiming the other half of his soul and making them whole after centuries of being apart.


Elrohir's eyes opened at the invasion and he stared at Elladan in shock. As he tried to make sense of what was happening, his eyes widened with pleasure. Elladan had sheathed himself completely and the tip of his hard flesh now rubbed against his sweet spot. Helplessly -- abandoned to this pleasure that was paralyzing him -- he simply stared at Elladan. Why?

Uncertain how to deal with this, Elrohir closed his eyes again. But that was a mistake, as his other senses took over. His body hummed with life and the sensation made him open his eyes again. But now Elladan had closed his, never realizing his brother had regained consciousness. /Why are you doing this, Elladan? Don't you know I left in order to protect you? I never wanted to drag you down into disgrace with me. Ai!/ A fierce thrust battered against the gland inside his passage, making him fully erect and aching with desire.

As desire and passion began to take over, he admiringly stared at his twin's agile body moving above him in an ancient dance of possession. What had made Elladan do this? Why claim him?

But all thoughts fled, when Elladan scooped him up, after pushing his arms beneath his back. Suddenly Elrohir found himself in an upright position, sitting in his brother's lap. He was enfolded in his twin's possessive embrace and surrendered to the sensation that nearly drove him out of his mind. His legs were guided around Elladan's waist and his twin's hands now cupped his buttocks, raising and lowering him in a passionate rhythm.

For one moment he considered fighting Elladan, but quickly realized how futile it would be in his current situation. He should savor what Elladan was so willingly giving him. After resting his head on his twin's shoulder, he tightened his hold on Elladan and began to raise himself out of his own accord. With a strangled sob he then impaled himself on his brother's hard flesh and soon they were moving as one.

Their union lasted longer than any of them had thought possible and whilst they mated, their minds merged.

Elrohir whimpered helplessly, as the sensations coursing through his body were reversed. Thrusting into his brother's tight passage he approached orgasm. He was so close... So close...

Feeling Elrohir move inside him, Elladan screamed in delight. Finally his twin was claiming him as well.

They no longer knew where one started and the other ended. They had become one, and moved like one. They found release together and their lips instinctively sought out their counterparts, locking in a passionate kiss. Elrohir came hard and spilled himself against his twin's stomach, whilst Elladan found release deep inside Elrohir's body, claiming him for all eternity.

Panting heavily, they rode the waves of ecstasy together. Their thoughts, feelings and even identities mingled, and shifted into place. They took their new and rightful places in each other's minds and that process left them truly connected and bound.

Possible thoughts of fighting Elladan faded from Elrohir's mind. They were one and, as they stared into the other's eyes, they realized something truly unique had just happened.

They were part of each other now. Every move they made was carried out simultaneously. The same thoughts floated in the other's mind, and for one eternal moment, thoughts, words, and even emotions became redundant.

In the end, these effects, caused by their lovemaking, slowly faded, but their connection remained and was stronger than ever before.

Exhausted, Elrohir pressed close to Elladan, his arms wrapped tightly around the other half of his soul. What they had done could never be undone and whatever the future held for them, they would face it together.


Not betaread. All mistakes are mine.


Part 19

Elrond was sweating profusely whilst making his way over to the horses. In his weakened state, he was forced to lean heavily on Glorfindel and Lindir, as his injured side refused to cooperate properly. But there was nothing wrong with his ears and even from this distance he could hear Thranduil's comment.

"He will exhaust himself," Thranduil dryly commented to Erestor, who stood beside him, arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

"This is folly, I agree, but Elrond is stubborn. We won't be able to change his mind." Erestor fell into step beside Thranduil, as they made their way over to the panting half-Elf, who swayed dangerously in the saddle after being helped onto Asfaloth's back.

"I want to ride my own horse, not yours," said Elrond in an irritated tone.

But Glorfindel didn't agree and he sighed deeply, seeing Elrond's fragile balance. He had already suspected that his lover couldn't ride a horse by himself and that someone would have to steady and support him. That was the very reason why he had chosen Asfaloth to carry Elrond. Realizing Elrond was about to lose his balance again, he quickly mounted, settling down behind the half-Elf. "Rest your body back against me." After wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, he reached for the reins.

Frustrated with his own weakness, Elrond reluctantly complied. "I hate this." He glared at Thranduil and Erestor, and after looking over his shoulder, he glowered at his lover as well. He knew he presented a pitiful image of helplessness.

"My sentries will accompany you and help to keep you safe," said Thranduil, gesturing for twenty of his finest archers to join the Imladris' party. "They know the safest paths and how to avoid running into spiders. They will accompany you all the way to Imladris."

"Thank you, meldir," said Elrond through gritted teeth. He had reached the conclusion that he had overestimated his strength, and the pain in the injured parts of his body was mounting. He refused to show it though.

"Drink this before you leave." Thranduil raised his right hand and offered Elrond a flask filled with a bitter, brown liquid. "It has the same healing qualities as the salve, and the added miruvor will strengthen you."

Elrond slowly emptied the flask. From the corner of his eye, he caught Thranduil handing Glorfindel another flask filled with more of the bitter, healing substance. After drowning the foul liquid, he then handed the empty flask back to Erestor, who looked at him worriedly. "I will survive, Erestor," he snapped in an edgy tone. He understood their worries, but he needed to ensure Elrohir wasn't in any mortal danger. He wasn't sure he would survive losing his youngest son.

Erestor wisely held his tongue and exchanged a knowing glance with Glorfindel, who tucked the flask into his saddle bags. "Make sure he rests regularly."

"I will." Glorfindel smiled reassuringly at his friend. "I will take good care of him." Behind him, Elrond snorted. "Behave yourself, melme, or Thranduil might reconsider and keep you here."

Thranduil laughed warmly. "I might do that, Elrond. After all, I am King here." Beside him, Erestor blushed fiercely and Thranduil hoped strongly that one day they would get a chance to act out their little role-playing in the corridor, but this time he wouldn't get caught in the act. Whispering into Erestor's ear, he made sure his words were only heard by his lover. "And I do plan on ravaging you after tying you down to my bed."

/Thranduil! This is neither the time nor the place to say such things!/ Erestor briefly glowered at his lover, but he couldn't completely hide his own desire to explore that side of their relationship. How would he react when placed in such a delicate situation? But he could ponder that later.

"That flask holds more of the healing substance and I advice you make sure Elrond drinks some of it at dusk and dawn. It will also help to keep his pain bearable. Again, I strongly advice against this trip." Thranduil couldn't help feeling protective of his charge. The moment Elrond had been brought to him for treatment he had accepted responsibility for the half-Elf's health.

"Noted," sneered Elrond at Thranduil. He just wanted to leave Mirkwood and make for his home where he could check on his sons. Realizing he was being rather impolite, he managed to add, "We will keep in touch."

Erestor nodded once. "I will farspeak with you." It no longer worried him that Thranduil would be part of that conversation now that Elrond and the Sinda had buried the hatchet. He even hoped that Elrond and Thranduil would become friends in time.

Elrond pressed his back against Glorfindel's chest in an effort to tell his seneschal to get moving. "Now, Glorfindel. I want to leave now."

Sighing, the Elda complied, pressed his heels into Asfaloth's flanks and followed Thranduil's sentries, which now led the way. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled at Erestor, hoping his long-time friend would be happy here.


Celeborn was nervous. About half an hour ago the moans and whimpers coming from the bedroom had stopped and silence now filled the cabin. He deemed the time ready to check on his grandsons and nervously made his way over to the doorway. Should he knock? He dismissed that thought, not wanting to disturb the twins in case they had fallen asleep.

/I did the right thing. There was no other way. We lost Elros and nearly Elrond as well. I couldn't let the past repeat itself. At least these two now have a chance at happiness./

Soundlessly, he pushed the door ajar, peeking inside. Ithil's silver beams illuminated the small bedroom and the bodies of the two sleeping half-Elves on the cot. Celeborn briefly struggled for his next breath, realizing a silver glow emanated from the twins. It was the strongest around Elrohir's form. /That is Elrohir, isn't it?/ He had learned to tell them apart a long time ago, but they had never looked this identical to him. For the first time in his life he doubted his ability to tell them apart.

But then he caught sight of the improvised bandage, which told him it was Elrohir all right. Approaching the bed, he studied them closely. Elladan had curled protectively around his younger twin and was demonstrating a strong possessiveness in the way he was holding Elrohir.

Elrohir was pressing tightly against his older twin. His dark hair was a tangled mass and tiny beads of perspiration still clung to his brow. His breathing was slightly labored, and at times, tiny tremors rocked his sleeping body. Both half-Elf's eyes were closed in a deep and restful sleep.

His gaze shifted to the open phial resting next to the pillow. Elladan had used it then. /He made love to Elrohir, and thus saved my youngest grandson. Everything went well. Elrohir has accepted Elladan's love, then./ At least he hoped so.

Elrohir still looked awfully frail to him, and way too thin. Maybe he would find some food supplies in the kitchen? The twins needed to eat in order to regain their strength.

Now that he stood at the head end of the small cot, which offered just enough space for the two half-Elves, he reached for the blanket that had slipped down to their waists and pulled it back into place, tucking it around their forms. Bending down, he placed a parental kiss on Elrohir's brow. The younger half-Elf remained sound asleep, but as he bestowed a similar kiss onto Elladan's forehead his grandson's eyes opened. The probing eyes were still clouded with sleep and briefly fastened on him.

"Sleep some more, Elladan. The storm is still raging outside and we are confined to this cabin's safety for a few more hours. In the meantime I will try to provide you with some food." Celeborn swept back a wayward lock that had found its way into Elladan's face.

"Elrohir?" Elladan's questioning gaze shifted from his grandfather to his twin and his breath caught, feeling Elrohir this close to him. The skin on skin contact only added to the sensation and he smiled giddily. "I succeeded in reclaiming him, ata'da. He will stay now."

Celeborn smiled approvingly, but felt he had to warn Elladan. "You still have to face him when Elrohir is fully awake. Do not expect him to simply accept this. I can still sense feelings of guilt and shame."

"So can I," said Elladan in a thoughtful tone. "I had hoped that they would vanish during our lovemaking."

"You have to be patient, Elladan," Celeborn cautioned. After making sure his charges were warm, he left them alone, knowing they needed food and privacy.


Erestor rested his head on Thranduil's shoulder and sighed. Elrond and his escort had just vanished from view, and Thranduil and he were alone again. With Vilya in Mirkwood the darkness no longer felt oppressing. "Look closely," he whispered into his lover's ear whilst pointing at the treetops. Arien had risen and now warmed the talan with her warm fingertips.

Thranduil understood. "Before the arrival of the ring Arien was barely able to reach the highest treetops. She is regaining her strength."

"Sauron will be defeated, and until that day Vilya will protect you and your realm." Erestor quivered with love for Thranduil, feeling his lover's hand slip beneath his robes to rub his naked back. "The time has come to look toward the future and rebuild everything Sauron's Shadow destroyed."

Nodding his head, Thranduil turned Erestor in his embrace until they were face to face. "I feel stronger each day and I doubt it is just Vilya's presence. Having you at my side strengthens me, nîn-cuil."

"I am not a hero," protested Erestor weakly. "We both know I bonded with you accidentally." Seeing sudden doubt in the emerald eyes, he quickly added, "But I would have done so at any rate once realizing what a caring soul you truly are." Leaning in closer, he claimed the other's lips. I can hardly wait for the day that we will make love, melamin. I want to feel you inside me.

Thranduil's eyes darkened with passion, hearing Erestor's admission. You want to be claimed? Taken?

Aye, I want to see you above me, feel you behind me. Make love to me for endless hours. Erestor released his lover's lips and smiled, feeling Thranduil's erection brush against his hip. And you want that as well.

I never before met such a sensual being as you, my dearest Erestor. With his wife he had made love in order to produce children, but this was different. He wanted to lay with Erestor for the mere pleasure of it. I vow to make our first time special.

I will hold you to that promise, replied Erestor, feeling truly content. But then his sense of duty returned and he sighed regretfully. I wish I could let you ravish me right now, but your advisors await.

Thranduil shared Erestor's regret, wishing he could show his lover just how much he desired the Noldorin Elf. We still have the night. Nights, which were no longer filled with frightening nightmares. He planned on filling them with soft mews and whimpers of desire, which would tumble from Erestor's lips for each night from now on. Let us return to our duties then, but the night is ours and you are mine.

Erestor kissed his lover passionately and then allowed the Sinda to lead him back to the royal talan.


Do you see it, Belldoron? Do you see how this accursed Noldorin Elf has bewitched your mighty King? Thranduil has been reduced to a drooling Elfling, who cannot keep his hands to himself. Erestor is Elrond's pupil in the art of magic. The Peredhel is a sorcerer and no healer! He is evil and has trained Erestor to seduce your King. Belldoron, you are your King's seneschal. How can you let this happen?

Belldoron didn't quite remember when the whispers had first started, but now they had become part of him. They were growing stronger as well, and now that he was watching the Imladris' party leave, his gaze came to rest on Erestor, who was holding and kissing Thranduil in front of everyone.

How does he dare claim my King in public? Thranduil must be under some sort of spell to allow this. He grew enraged, watching them kiss. Thranduil's hand had even slipped beneath the burgundy robes to make contact with the Noldorin Elf's skin.

Erestor is using your King's desires against him. It has been a while since your King indulged himself in the physical act and Elrond taught Erestor well. It won't be long before your King will be the half-Elf's puppet, to be played with and then thrown aside. Erestor might even go as far as to kill your Ruler and take his place, for that is Elrond's ultimate plan. After so many centuries of feuds Elrond will assume command in Mirkwood and imprison and torture all Elves that remain loyal to their King. Who knows, maybe Erestor will keep your King to warm his bed, humiliating him further.

Never! That will never happen! I will make sure that this accursed Noldorin Elf won't get away with it! Belldoron's outrage fed this insane urge to protect his ruler at all cost. I will end that bastard's life if necessary!

End his life, my dear Belldoron? Wouldn't that mean granting him an easy way out? Don't you want this Noldo to suffer? You can always kill him later. You should show Thranduil how he is being manipulated and what would be a better way than to force Erestor to confess to his crimes? You are a warrior. I am certain you know of ways to convince him to admit his true nature? The Noldo is vile, but cunning. You will have to break him before you can convince Thranduil that Erestor bewitched him. Take your time and move with caution. You need a plan first.

Belldoron nodded his head once. Venomous eyes followed Thranduil and Erestor, as the two Elves headed to meet the advisors. Your advice is sound. I will give this matter thought and act when I am ready.

And do not hesitate to call for my help or advice, valiant Elf. Your King is most fortunate to have such a loyal seneschal.

"Aye, very fortunate indeed." He had served Oropher and had promised the elder Elf to take care of Thranduil. It was time to keep that promise.

Marching toward his quarters, he considered the situation. The whispering voice was right. Maybe if he 'convinced' the Noldo to confess his vile crimes to Thranduil, his King would return to sanity. Aye, Thranduil would prefer to personally deal out the Elf's punishment. All he had to do was open his King's eyes.


Elladan had been unable to go back to sleep after Celeborn had woken him up. He had enjoyed watching Elrohir sleep and tenderly brushed damp, dark hair behind a slightly pointed ear. He had faced losing Elrohir too many times these last few days. First, Elrohir had threatened to choose mortality and then his twin had fled Imladris. "Too close, gwenneth. I came too close to losing you."

Hearing the door open, he grew silent again. His gaze traveled to Celeborn and he nodded approvingly, smelling the soup his grandfather was bringing.

Celeborn placed the two bowls and spoons next to the bed and looked questioningly at Elladan. "Do you want me to stay when you wake him?"

Elladan considered the question. "Nay, thank you for your offer, but this is something Elrohir and I must face alone."

Celeborn nodded his understanding. "I will be in the next room in case you need me. Be patient with him. It will be quite a shock to Elrohir that you took this step. Only a few days ago you didn't even know that he was in love with you and then you did this."

"I will be patient," promised Elladan. He waited until his grandfather had left and then gently rubbed his twin's face. He was somewhat apprehensive where Elrohir's reaction was concerned, but counted on their bond to pull them through.

"Elrohir? Gwenneth, it is time for you to wake up. Ata'da brought us soup." Involuntarily he held his breath when his brother's eyes finally opened to look at him.


The feelings of shock and disbelief that washed through Elrohir made him tremble in Elladan's arms. The memories of what they had done rushed through him, making him whimper in misery. Elladan immediately soothed him, but that only resulted in Elrohir trying to pull away. "Nay... Elladan... Why did you do it?" The tears that had been swimming in his eyes were now released and dripped down his face. "I left... to keep this from you." Everything had been in vain. Misery, melancholy and despair settled down in his soul.

Now that Elladan refused to let go of him, he averted his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He had no idea where Elladan had taken him or why his twin had decided to claim him. He just wished Elladan had never found him.

"Elrohir? Gwenneth? Look at me, please."

Elladan's pleading tone instantly registered with him and he was unable to deny his twin so he met the other's compassionate eyes. "Ata'da told you."

Elladan nodded once. "He did."

"He betrayed my trust. He lured me into some sort of trance and I had no idea I was telling him, or why I was telling him. I couldn't stop myself. He had no right to tell you of my shame." Although Elrohir closed his eyes, hot tears remained sliding down his cheeks.

"Ata'da did what he did because he was worried about you and so was I. I still am. Why won't you look at me, gwenneth?"

"How can you possible bear my presence? Or to look at me after what I have done?" Elrohir's eyes suddenly opened and he glared at his twin. "Why, Elladan? Why? Why couldn't you let me fade or chose mortality? Why did you do this?"

Elladan forced himself to remain calm. Elrohir was emotional enough for the both of them. "Ata'da told me that you are in love with me. That you have been for some time and that it was the reason why you were fading. You were pining for me, thinking you could never have me."

"Elladan, this is wrong. We are brothers! Twins! How could you do this? I tried so hard to keep my distance!" Elrohir was angry and hurt at the same time, and he shook in his twin's arms. "I never wanted you to know!"

"You were afraid that I would claim you," said Elladan in a flash of revelation. "You kept this from me because you knew I love you too much to let you fade!"

"I didn't want you to fall into disgrace with me," whimpered Elrohir miserably. "I am so sorry, Elladan. You should never have done this."

"I don't regret a single moment of it." Elladan was done talking and opted for action instead. He rested his right hand at the nape of Elrohir's neck, keeping him in place whilst kissing him. Elrohir gasped and then struggled, trying to break the kiss, but Elladan didn't let him. Stop fighting this, Elrohir. This was meant to be.

Elrohir suddenly went limp in his arms and Elladan instantly grew worried. "Elrohir?" He loosened his hold slightly to check on his twin and then cursed, when Elrohir elbowed him in his stomach.

But Elrohir whimpered in pain as well, not having realized his arm was broken. Ramming it into his brother's abdomen had caused the dull ache to return to full force, and tears of agony filled his eyes. It seemed that he couldn't struggle free, even if he wanted to. He felt utterly pathetic.

"Hush now, gwenneth, all will be well. I have you now and we will face the future together." Elrohir had gone motionless again and Elladan used that to his advantage. He helped his twin into a sitting position. Mimicking the position they had been in when making love, he pulled Elrohir onto his lap. As they were both still naked, the exquisite sensation of flesh moving against flesh caused them both to moan.

"Nay, Elladan, don't do this." Elrohir lifted his tear streaked face and met his twin's knowing eyes. He sobbed quietly when Elladan guided their arms around each other's waist, tightening the hold. "It is wrong. We are brothers. We should not be doing this." But his voice had lost some of its earlier conviction.

Elladan soothingly rubbed his twin's back. "That was my first reaction as well when ata'da told me about your passion for me. I fought it. Then he pointed out to me that by fighting it I would lose you to the Halls of Mandos and the truth is that I cannot live without you, Elrohir. We are one. Do you remember how it felt when our bodies were joined? Our fëar mixed and for one moment in time we were one. We cannot deny the truth, gwanur-nîn." He managed to make eye contact with his twin and then continued. "This is how it is supposed to be."

"It is not!" said Elrohir vehemently. "I don't understand how ata'da could let you do this... Why he didn't stop you! He knows it is wrong too!"

"We love you, Elrohir. That is why I didn't stop Elladan." Celeborn, who had heard the muffled screams had been unable to stay away any longer and now approached the bed. Seeing Elrohir's severe distress he felt deeply for his youngest grandson. "Don't me angry with Elladan. If you need to be upset with someone, be angry with me, for I advised Elladan to claim you."

Elrohir glared at his grandfather and Celeborn trembled, seeing the fierce emotions in his grandson's eyes. "Please understand, pen-neth." Celeborn moved closer, and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Elrohir. "Your death would have caused a terrible reaction. Elladan would have faded too and what about your father? Would he survive losing the two of you?"

"You betrayed my trust by making me tell you, Celeborn! And you should have stopped Elladan!" hissed Elrohir, too upset to call the elder Elf grandfather. He was exhausting himself by being this angry, but he couldn't help himself. "Don't you understand that you ruined Elladan's life? He is now bound to me! He can never have a lover of his own! You sentenced him to that!"

"What?" Elladan, shocked to hear this, placed his hands at either side of Elrohir's head and forced his twin to look at him. "You are my love. Don't you know that? I never had these feelings for any other Elf. It is you who completes me."

"But..." Elrohir, too drained to continue the argument, whimpered softly. His arm and head hurt and his heart... he wasn't sure if it was broken or mending. "You shouldn't have done this, Elladan." Closing his eyes, exhaustion overwhelmed him and he collapsed against his twin.

Elladan now released his own tears which he had been holding back. Gently, he lowered his twin back onto the cot and then looked over his shoulder at Celeborn. "You were right; he would have fought me. At least now I know he will stay with me."

"But this is only the beginning. The real battle is still ahead of you. You must make Elrohir understand that you truly love him and that will take time. But you did well. Don't let him push you away. Hopefully his feelings of guilt and shame will fade after he talks to Elrond."

"You think so?" Elladan frowned. Why would talking to their father ease Elrohir's pain?

"I cannot tell you why, but Elrond will... In time. Now, eat this soup and try to make Elrohir eat as well when he wakes up again." Celeborn briefly rested his hand on the top of Elladan's head and teasingly ruffled the dark mane. "The storm is fading and we might be able to leave in a few hours." Rising from the cot, he smiled warmly at Elladan. "I am proud of you. You did well." Soundlessly he left the room and closed the door behind him. Elrohir's accusation, that he had betrayed his trust, echoed in his ears and caused him heartbreak. He would try to make Elrohir understand in time. Now he had to deal with his pain alone.

Elladan sipped his soup, whilst keeping one eye on his shivering twin. After emptying the bowl, he set it aside and pulled Elrohir into his arms. "You won't succeed in driving me away, Elrohir. I love you too much."

As if hearing those words, Elrohir moved closer in his sleep. His lips now rested close to a coppery disk and its nipple quickly turned into a hard nub. "Aiya, Elrohir, I desire you." Making love to Elrohir had shown him how much he desired Elrohir and he yearned to become one with his twin again. When they had been joined, they had been one for one eternal moment... and he wanted that again – wanted to feel like that for the rest of his life.

"I am truly bound to you then." As long as he lived he would desire no one but Elrohir, and that thought gave him all the peace of mind that he needed.


Not betaread. All mistakes are mine.


Part 20

"We don't have to rest, Glorfindel. We can travel for a few more hours." A fist was closing around his heart and Elrond felt like he was suffocating. Elrohir was obviously in agony and it caused him pain that he wasn't there for his youngest son. /Elladan, where are you? Why aren't you taking care of your brother?/ He was angry with himself, realizing no senior Elf was in Imladris to support his sons. Lindir, Erestor, Glorfindel and he had left them to their own devices. How could he have been so stupid? One of them should have stayed behind!

Glorfindel's arms, wrapped tightly around him, squeezed gently and Elrond glared at his seneschal as he looked over his shoulder.

"You might not need the rest," said Glorfindel, his tone making it evident that he did think Elrond needed to rest, "But the horses do. We have been riding them mercilessly since leaving Mirkwood and I don't want Asfaloth to reach Imladris exhausted. And then there are Thranduil's sentries. They are on foot and growing tired. They cannot keep up such a cruel pace. We need to rest, melamin."

Elrond hated admitting it, but the Elda was right and he reluctantly nodded his head once. "We will rest, then."

"A very wise decision, Elrond." Glorfindel raised his hand and signaled for the rest of the party to stop. A relieved sigh carried through the lines of Elves.

Elrond gritted his teeth when Glorfindel suddenly slid out of the saddle. He had lost his support and now swayed precariously. A steadying hand returned to rest against his back and a moment later, Glorfindel was helping him down Asfaloth. He gasped, shocked that Glorfindel planned on carrying him toward the small fire that the guards were building. They were even erecting a shelter for him to rest in, should it start to rain.

Glorfindel sensed Elrond's glare on him and gently lowered his charge onto the soft grass. "No one likes being dependent, but we feel honored to care for you. Please allow us to do so."

Elrond growled softly and allowed his lover to wrap a blanket around his shoulders. A remnant of the fever still remained, making him shiver.

"Drink this. Maybe it will help." Glorfindel uncovered the flask Thranduil had given him, poured some of the liquid into a cup and handed it to Elrond. The half-Elf's hand shook, accepting the healing potion and Glorfindel watched, making sure Elrond didn't drop it accidentally. "We will reach Imladris tomorrow if we keep up this pace."

"The guards on foot can travel slower, whilst we on horseback head for Imladris on full speed. We left Mirkwood and the spiders never ventured out here before. We don't need this big an escort." Elrond, trembling, handed the empty cup back to Glorfindel. Realizing he had been rather unpleasant company these last few hours, he mumbled a soft apology. "I apologize for my behavior, Glorfindel, but I am worried for Elrohir."

Glorfindel moistened his lips and gathered Elrond's trembling hands in his. "I understand, melme, but you must understand that it is my duty to take care of you. I need to make sure you don't exhaust yourself. Therefore I need to slow you down, you wouldn't rest otherwise."

"And I am grateful for your care," said Elrond slowly, hesitantly making eye contact with his lover. "It is just... I need to make sure Elrohir is fine."

"We will arrive tomorrow and then you can talk to him." Realizing Elrond felt lost and worried, he moved closer, wrapped an arm around the half-Elf's waist and pulled his lover close. "Try to rest. We are safe here. You will need your strength when we continue our journey."

Elrond rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder and watched the Elda open his saddle bags to withdraw lembas and miruvor from them. Accepting small morsels, he ate part of the waver of lembas and sipped some miruvor. The sentries had now secured their camp and mingled with the Imladris guards. "They work well together," said Elrond pleased. "This bodes well for our future."

"And with Erestor in Thranduil's bed..." Glorfindel laughed, hearing Elrond's quick intake of breath. "He did manage to secure that alliance, didn't he?"

"Hum, it was my fault," said Elrond in a contemplative tone. "I told him by any means necessary. But I didn't tell him to... to bond with Thranduil."

"I talked to Erestor whilst you were recovering, and for what it is worth, I do think they are in love. It may have started off by accident, but they have feelings for each other. Thranduil especially seems smitten with Erestor." He grinned, recalling the incident in the corridor. "Ah, that reminds me. I still need to tell you..."

"What?" Elrond's curiosity was piqued, but at the same time he felt tired. Had Thranduil mixed a sleeping powder into that healing potion?

"I walked in on them in the corridor." Glorfindel grinned, feeling Elrond smile against his chest. "Thranduil was expressing certain... desires and Erestor was trying hard to find release. They will be happy, melme."

Elrond chuckled, trying to picture Glorfindel catching them in the act. "You must tell me more details when I am more alert."

"I will. Now try to rest." Glorfindel made sure his charge was warm and once Elrond was dozing off, he sought out Lindir's eyes. They exchanged a knowing look and Glorfindel settled down more comfortably, holding his lover tight.


Celeborn sighed deeply, seeing Elrohir's defiant glare. "Trust me, pen-neth, you need to eat something." Elrohir had woken some minutes ago and the first thing the younger half-Elf had done was to pull away from Elladan. Celeborn shook his head, seeing Elrohir's futile attempts to keep their skin to skin contact to a minimum. Both half-Elves were still naked and he could tell that his current lack of clothes made Elrohir uncomfortable. "If you drink this soup, I will return your clothes to you."

Elrohir gave his grandfather a look filled with contempt. "I will drink the soup, then." He desperately wanted his clothes back. Seeing and feeling Elladan's naked body woke new carnal desires in him and his old fantasies of claiming his twin, and being claimed in turn, nearly made him hard again. He barely managed to control his desires and quavered, curling his fingers around the bowl. The fact that his left arm was useless was another thing that irritated him. Slowly, he sipped the hot soup. From the corner of his eye, he caught Elladan staring at him.

Elladan cringed, sensing his twin's dark mood. What did he have to do in order to get through to Elrohir? "Please do not be cross with ata'da, Elrohir. He only tried to help." His instincts told him that Elrohir felt betrayed – mostly by Celeborn. "You refused to confide in me and I was becoming desperate. I don't want to lose you!" The glare that remained directed at him, made Elladan shrink into himself. He had seldom seen his twin this angry and distrustful. "I love you, gwenneth."

His hand shook when Elrohir placed the half-empty bowl aside. Ignoring Celeborn, like the silver-haired Elf wasn't in the room, he addressed Elladan, "You knew darn well that I didn't want you to do this and yet you went ahead and did it anyway! Don't you think I am entitled to my anger?"

"I don't understand why you are being this difficult!" said Elladan in an explosive tone. "I did what I had to do in order to keep you here!"

"Do you love me, Elladan?"

Elrohir's calm tone made Elladan gasp for breath. "Of course I do!"

"Nay, do you love me? Do you feel passionate about me?" He appeared calm and controlled, but on the inside he was raging. "Elladan, do you really understand what you did? You are bound to me until we die!"

Suddenly a smug grin surfaced on Elladan's face. "Aye, we are bound for all eternity. We won't choose mortality and we won't fade. We will be happy for all eternity."

Elrohir stared at his twin in disbelief. "You actually seem... happy about this arrangement!"

"I am," said Elladan, smirking. Leaning in closer, he tried not to let Elrohir's glare get to him and gently, he enfolded his twin in his arms. His lips were now close enough to whisper into his brother's ear. "It is you who doesn't understand. I love you. I feel passion for you. I want to be bound to you."

"You are insane."

The words, spoken in a cold and sharp tone nearly froze the blood in Elladan's veins. Every time when he thought he was making progress, Elrohir would turn on him. "I am not insane, gwenneth."

Elrohir pushed Elladan away from him, tried to cross his arms in front of his chest, but had to give up, as his broken arm still hampered him. Pulling the blanket up to his shoulder, he reluctantly sought out Celeborn's gaze. "You promised to return my clothes to me."

"And I told you to finish your soup first." Celeborn flinched at the hard tone both their voices carried. He wanted to care for his youngest grandson, but it was obvious that Elrohir wouldn't let him.

Glowering at Celeborn, Elrohir picked up the bowl and emptied it. With a defiant glare he placed it back onto the ground and continued to stare Celeborn into submission.

Celeborn gave in first, realizing Elrohir wasn't completely thinking rationally. He gathered the leggings and shirt and handed them to Elrohir. "I will wait for the two of you outside." He would get their horses ready for departure. His shoulders slumped when he left the room, wishing Elrohir would forgive him for caring so much.

Elrohir felt somewhat more at ease now that his grandfather had left, but was quickly reminded of Elladan's presence when his twin tried to assist him with putting on his shirt. "I don't need your help. You already helped enough."

His twin's venomous tone took Elladan aback and he swallowed hard. But then he recalled Celeborn's words; he couldn't allow Elrohir to chase him away. "Let me help. Your broken arm must still hurt and I want to help." He briefly wondered if Elrohir could be concussed. It would explain his odd behavior. But he dismissed the idea. His brother was just really upset and would calm down eventually.

Realizing he couldn't get dressed by himself, Elrohir nodded reluctantly. Elladan acted at once and helped his brother into the shirt. After lacing it up, he assisted Elrohir in putting on his leggings. Their eyes briefly met and he smiled shyly, seeing the fierce blush that now covered Elrohir's face. "I really love you, gwenneth."

Elrohir abruptly nodded once and then averted his eyes. "I know you do, but—"

"No buts, please Elrohir." Elladan gently rested his hands on either side of his twin's head and waited for his brother to make eye contact before continuing. "I do believe this was meant to happen and I am happy that I took this step. You are the other half of my soul. Give me, nay, give us a chance."

"I don't know if I can," whispered Elrohir in a tiny voice. "When I think about facing Ada, I... I feel nauseous. How can I ever face him after... after what I..."His voice faltered and he pleadingly glanced at his brother. "I can never face him again. It is because of me that you had to do this."

Elladan stared at his twin in dismay. How could he stop Elrohir from clinging to his guilt and shame? He sighed, realizing he needed to distance himself for one moment so he could gather his thoughts. He left the bed, gathered his own clothes and got dressed as well. After putting on his boots, he helped Elrohir into his and then created a sling for Elrohir's broken arm to rest in. "Better?"

Elrohir nodded once and then blushed again. Elladan couldn't help it, but the fact that his twin was blushing was extremely appealing. Giving in to his needs, he leaned in closer and gently claimed Elrohir's lips. The younger half-Elf's eyes widened and he tried to pull back, but in the end Elrohir surrendered to the kiss and even parted his lips and teeth.

Surprised, Elladan pressed closer and rested his hand at the column of Elrohir's neck. The kiss was slow and tender, unrushed, and Elladan's toes curled. When he pulled back, he panted softly and saw his own desire reflected in Elrohir's eyes. "We will be fine in the end, gwenneth."

Elrohir nodded again and lowered his eyes. He allowed Elladan to pull him to his feet and together they made their way out of the cabin to join Celeborn.


Celeborn watched them closely and realized that they had talked. Elrohir was walking close to Elladan and he even allowed for his twin to keep an arm wrapped around him. Things wouldn't be easy for the two of them, but they would sort everything out because they loved each other. Now he had to work on obtaining forgiveness from Elrohir. He understood that the younger half-Elf felt betrayed. He would have felt betrayed as well.

"I suggest Elladan and you take one horse as I doubt you will want to ride with me," said Celeborn, addressing Elrohir. His youngest grandson's eyes were filled with ice and pierced his very soul.

Elrohir nodded once. "You are right. I prefer Elladan's company to yours."

Ouch, that had hurt. Celeborn quickly hid his hurt expression, but feared Elrohir had already seen. He mounted his horse, knowing Elrohir didn't want him close.

Elrohir suddenly realized that Elladan and he would be riding together, very close, for quite some time and now he cursed himself for alienating Celeborn. He wasn't sure he could bear the constant friction when sitting pressed against his twin. This would be torture.

"Let me help," offered Elladan.

Elrohir sighed and allowed his twin to assist him when mounting the horse. When Elladan slid into place behind him, he fervently prayed to Elbereth that Elladan wouldn't grow aroused during their journey to Imladris. He wasn't sure he could remain in place when feeling his brother's erection against his backside. Not after Elladan had claimed him. Suddenly Elladan rested his chin on his shoulder, and his twin pulled him close, making sure he was secure.

"Im mela lle, gwenneth."

Words that should have frightened him, now filled Elrohir with a sense of rightness. Elladan had chosen to be with him because his twin loved him. And their love was strong. He doubted that even their father's disapproval could pull them apart. Ada, I don't want to think of his reaction. Elrond would never allow this. We will be banished from Imladris. And the worst thing was that Elladan would go with him.

But then again, they would at least have each other.


Belldoron, mighty seneschal, look at them. Can you see what is happening?

The whispering voice was back and made him look at Thranduil in surprise. He had been working on new schedules for their patrols and his King had been occupied with the land's defenses. For a few moments everything had seemed right again – familiar, but now Erestor stepped into the room. The Noldorin Elf was leaning against the doorway, looking possessively at his King.

He is seducing your King. It won't be long before Thranduil is lured into sharing his power with the Noldo and then Erestor will make his move. Your King will fall ill. He has already been ill. Can you see the lingering dark circles beneath his eyes? Who knows what that evil sorcerer is poisoning Thranduil with.

Belldoron's eyes narrowed. Erestor didn't seem to mind him watching at all, as the Noldorin Elf moved into place behind Thranduil, placing a hand on his King's shoulder. He eyed Erestor closely, waiting for the evil one to betray himself. He is Noldo, our enemy. Thranduil should know that as well. But thankfully he was here to protect his ruler. "Sire, would you accompany on my inspection? We need to make sure our warriors remain alert and it has been a while since they last saw you. Seeing you attend the inspection might boost their moral." His eyes widened, seeing Erestor lean in closer to whisper conspiringly into Thranduil's ear. And so it begins. He is trying to keep my King away from his men. I see what you are doing, pen-gûl. (Evil one.)

"Maybe tomorrow, meldir. I don't feel strong enough yet to venture outside for a longer period of time. Maybe after another night's rest."

Belldoron managed to control his raging anger at being denied. This is his doing. The Noldo is controlling my King, manipulating and influencing him.

I told you that Erestor is evil. He slowly lures your King into a false sense of safety and love, and then he will make his move. You have to remain alert, seneschal. Your King will need your strong sword arm shortly.

Belldoron forced himself to react to Thranduil's reply. "Aye, my Liege, maybe tomorrow, but the men will be disappointed that you won't join them." He rose from his chair, unable to remain in the Noldo's company any longer. He felt like he was suffocating. "I will conduct the daily inspection now."

"You have permission to leave," whispered Thranduil absentmindedly.

Baring his teeth for the tiniest of moments, Belldoron turned around, disgusted with the fact that his King was eying the Noldo with barely concealed lust. So that is how the pen-gûl controls him. He lured Thranduil into his bed. He probably gets up on all fours and lets Thranduil take him. A growl escaped his throat, and he quickly closed the door behind him.

Aye, my mighty seneschal, the Noldo is a whore. He uses his body to control your King. I told you; Elrond Half-Elven trained this one well. It will be difficult to undo the enchantment the Noldo placed on your King. But you must find a way, for Mirkwood! For your King!

I will, promised Belldoron privately. I will clean my King's bed of this evil spawn and Thranduil's honor will be restored.


"I really wished I could have accompanied Belldoron," said Thranduil, pulling Erestor close until his dark-haired lover was forced to sit down on his desk. Sliding his hands along Erestor's inner thighs, he parted the advisor's legs and then pulled him close with a powerful jerk.

Erestor gasped, unexpectedly finding himself in Thranduil's lap, with his legs parted to give his lover unlimited access. "You should be resting, melamin, not exhausting yourself."

"I cannot control myself, nîn-cuil." Vilya sparkled at his ring finger when his fingertips moved to undo the lacing of Erestor's leggings. "My greatest desire is to pleasure you. Will you let me?" He didn't yet have the stamina to go another round, but Erestor was hard and willing. Slowly, he pushed down the fabric, revealing narrow hips. "Oh, I know just how to pleasure you and I always wanted to do this!"

Erestor's eyes widened when Thranduil swept all papers and books from his desk. Not expecting such abrupt treatment, he yelped softly as Thranduil lifted him to lay him down on the wooden desk. "What are you doing?" Staring at his lover, he wondered what had gotten into the Sinda.

Thranduil grinned, and quickly removed his lover's boots and leggings. "You are a feast, Erestor." Standing back, he studied the dark-haired Elf. "Will you scream my name when you come?"

"Ai, I..." Erestor swallowed hard as warm fingers curled themselves around his straining erection. He tried to sit upright to maintain eye contact with his lover, but Thranduil insistently pushed his shoulders back onto the desk.

"Now don't move about too much." Thranduil nearly drooled at the prospect of giving his lover so much pleasure that Erestor would scream his name. "Part those long legs for me."

Erestor was glad he was lying down, for his legs would have given out on him at this point. Staring at the ceiling, he did as he was told and quavered with anticipation when Thranduil guided them to rest on his shoulders. Completely exposed, and vulnerable, he held his breath. He trusted Thranduil unconditionally, but it took a great amount of courage to present himself like this and to let his lover do whatever he wanted.

"You are so beautiful. You fill my veins with fire and lust, nîn-cuil." Thranduil leaned in close enough to kiss his lover and brutally sucked on Erestor's bottom lip. One nipple stood at full attention and he rolled it between his fingertips, squeezing it teasingly. "Oh, you want this, don't you? Tell me."

"Aye, I want this... Want you!" Erestor panted hard and his voice had taken on a desperate tone. He whimpered his need when the fingers returned to stroke his hard flesh. Thranduil's soft robes rubbed against his sensitive flesh, sending tremors of pleasure through his body. He raised his hips in a mute plea and rocked against his lover.

"Ai, you are so eager, melamin, and you are all mine. I will play your body and make you scream. I want to please you so badly, Erestor." Thranduil, licking the other, so far neglected nipple, blindly opened the top drawer, reaching for the fragranced oil that he kept in there.

Erestor reached for Thranduil, pulled him closer and buried his hands in the Elf's soft robes. "Aiya, you like doing this to me."

"I like seeing you at my mercy, aye. I like knowing that I am the one who is doing this to you." He lowered Erestor's legs somewhat so he could easier lean in closer to claim his lover's lips. While pumping the dark-haired Elf's shaft, he located the phial filled with oil, opened it and let a generous amount flow over his fingers.

Staring into Erestor's dark eyes, he placed one finger at the guardian ring, massaging before entering, but when he did, it was with one fierce thrust, piercing his helpless lover.

"Aiya!" Erestor whimpered at the sudden penetration and arched his back, trying to take in more. "Aye, now... more."

"Not yet." Thranduil added a second finger, probing inside the passage and manipulating his lover's pleasure gland. Helping Erestor, he supported one long leg, which he now moved back over his shoulder. Pulling Erestor even closer, he added a third finger and began a steady thrusting motion. "Do you feel it, melamin? Do you feel me give you this pleasure? You are mine, now. The King's property and yet, you utterly posses me in turn."

Erestor felt full and the consistent stroking of his sweet spot was quickly pushing him toward release, but it was hearing Thranduil's words that really caused his orgasm. "Aye, I feel you... Feels good."

Thranduil smiled seductively and then attacked one of his lover's pointed ears, suckling the tip. Still, he managed to get a few words out. "In and out... In and out..." He mimicked his thrusts to his words, driving Erestor out of his mind. "In and out..."

Unable to keep back any longer, Erestor screamed Thranduil's name, finally finding orgasm after enduring Thranduil's sensual and verbal torment. Shaking like a leaf, he turned his head to look at his lover and smiled at seeing the wicked expression in those sparkling eyes.

Thranduil whimpered in turn, feeling his lover's inner muscle contract around his fingers and he remained perfectly still, waiting for the spasms to subdue. "Aye, I will enjoy taking you... Possessing you," he purred in anticipated delight.

Erestor couldn't do much else except lie there and try to calm down. "You..." Words failed him. He had never had such a passionate and spontaneous lover before. "You are so careless... What if... What if someone walked in on us? You didn't lock the door!"

"That just added to my excitement and desire to make you come." Thranduil removed his fingers, careful not to cause Erestor any discomfort. Suddenly, his eyes widened with embarrassment.

Which Erestor caught. "What? What is it?" He groaned softly, sitting upright and followed Thranduil's gaze. For some reason the Sinda was staring at his fingers and then at his still exposed groin. "What?"

"I... Uh... Didn't know..." Thranduil stuttered, trying to apologize. He tried to hide his hand inside his sleeves, but Erestor grabbed his wrist.

"What?" Erestor swallowed hard, seeing Thranduil's fingers were coated with a thick and oily ink.

"I reached for the wrong bottle," whispered Thranduil, cringing and awaiting the lecture Erestor would surely deliver.

"Ink? You used ink?" Dumbfounded, Erestor's gaze shifted from Thranduil's fingers to his own lower body. Aye, he definitely needed a bath. "Look at what you did to me! I am covered in ink. It is even inside of me! Thranduil!"

For one moment they stared at each other. Thranduil's features were contorted; afraid Erestor would take this mistake out on him. "I just wanted to hear you scream my name."

Seeing his lover's apologetic expression, Erestor realized Thranduil expected to be scolded at and he was tempted to do just that. But in the end, he grinned. "You are quite an adventure, Thranduil. I cannot remember ever using ink for lubrication before and we won't do it again." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Oh, you will make this up to me! And I will get to decide how." Tears of merriment appeared in his eyes and they dripped from his chin. "Aiya, we need to clean out this desk and rearrange its contents!"

Thranduil breathed a relieved sigh, realizing ho fortunate he was that Erestor wasn't angry with him. "Aye, I will make this up to you. In whatever way you desire." Using his sleeve, he tried to remove most of the ink that clung to Erestor's sweaty skin. "Go to my chambers and enjoy a long soak in the pool."

"You won't join me, then?" Erestor raised an eyebrow. He reached for his shirt and slipped into it, still snickering softly.

"I will reorganize my desk first," whispered Thranduil guiltily.

As he put on his leggings, Erestor continued to chuckle. "Ink! He used ink!" After giving Thranduil a passionate kiss, he headed for the doorway. He was looking forward to that long soak, hoping Thranduil would join him at some point. Opening the door, he looked over his shoulder at Thranduil, hearing the Sinda giggle unexpectedly. Wiggling an eyebrow he waited for his lover to explain.

"I am just very glad Glorfindel didn't walk in on us this time."

Erestor shivered. "Aye, that would have been bad." Having been caught in the corridor was bad enough, but being caught being ravaged on Thranduil's desk, whilst using ink for lubrication, would have been much worse! Shivering, he closed the door behind him. /The next time I will make sure the bloody door is locked!/


Not betaread. All mistakes are mine.

Notes: About the King's property remark... I wasn't reading that story at the time yet, but I do love Red Autumn's story by now :P

And Ilye asked for the ink scene!


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