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Title: Never Before

Author: Eressë (eresse21@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir (implied)

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I write for the sheer fun of it. Everything else belongs to the grand old wizard of story telling, JRR Tolkien.

Summary: A binding without precedent brings about some unexpected consequences.

Author’s note: This would have been the follow-up to “The Mind’s Eye” but I decided not to include it in Greenleaf & Imladris for the same reason I excluded the former.

Never Before

Dunland, Úrui TA 3019

The singeing caress of hungry lips and the searing clutch of desirous hands breached his defenses. Sleek ivory flesh undulated beneath his own surging body. There was no evading the rapture that had inflamed his body without warning. No way to escape the slowly but inexorably mounting pressure in his groin that portended a completion of heart stopping intensity.

Elrohir gasped as felt himself slowly gloved in silken warmth; groaned as lean but powerful legs locked around him, welcoming his intrusion. The pressure deepened and soon he was on the edge of a beckoning chasm. A cry rang out in his mind; a cry so fulsome in its joy it ruptured whatever hold he may have still had upon himself. He exploded with pleasure and spilled his seed against his struggling will.

He hissed in shock at this undoing then opened his eyes to stare unseeingly at the ceiling of the tent he shared with his brother.

It was the fourth day since they parted from Aragorn close to the Gap of Rohan; a day longer since they left Legolas and Gimli on the outskirts of Fangorn Forest. Their company of Elves, hobbits and one wizard had been traveling steadily northwards, setting up camp wherever night found them. The Dunlendings had not troubled them at all for they did not dare tangle with Elvish folk.

The hobbits had been merry for the most part, eager for home and hearth, though there were moments when Frodo would fall silent and steep himself in contemplation. Whereupon Sam would fidget and fuss over him in worry and Merry and Pippin would be less voluble than usual and just sit companionably with their cousin until his mood passed. The Elves, on the other hand, were neither gay nor dolorous but merely thoughtful about the years to come. For many, their days in Middle-earth were numbered and it was time to take stock of the future and prepare for the final passage to Valinor.

But the twins were not of this number and their musings therefore apart from the others. In particular, Elrohir had thought little of other than the deed that bound his spirit irrevocably to the one he loved. The one who did not know of either love or binding.

Now it was night once more and all was silent. Except in the brethren’s tent. Elrohir heard his own uneven breathing, harsh in the dark stillness. He had been struck and swiftly overtaken by something he had not expected and did not quite know what to do about.

Elrohir shuddered as the throes of his unbidden release slowly faded. A hand clasped his arm and he blinked. Elladan’s concerned countenance came into focus. So immersed had he been in his mixed feelings of rapture and alarm that he had not marked his brother’s entrance.

Elladan had gone for a walk with Almáriel and Gildor Inglorion after the evening meal and was just returned. The camp was utterly quiet for all others were fast asleep.

“What is wrong, muindor?”—brother?—Elladan asked. “A dream?”

“If only it were,” Elrohir whispered in agitation. He sat up shakily from his pallet and threw off his cloak, revealing the evidence of his release. Elladan stared at him in surprise, wondering at his discomfiture.

“There is nothing wrong in having such dreams,” he said gently.

“But I was neither asleep nor dreaming,” Elrohir soberly told him. “The pleasure was mine but not the cause of it.”

That elicited an expression of puzzlement. “But how—?” Elladan’s eyes widened. “Legolas?” he said in disbelief.

“It can only be him,” Elrohir agreed in a hushed voice.

The older twin could only stare in astonishment for a while. At length, he said: “It must have been a powerful dream for you to have sensed it at this distance.”

Elrohir could not help a slight blush. “Too powerful for comfort,” he confessed. “I did not think him capable of such wanting.”

“Did you not?” Elladan said somewhat sceptically. “Yet if I remember right, your last joining was beyond anything you’d ever expected as you yourself put it.”

The blush deepened slightly. “It was under unusual circumstances,” Elrohir countered uneasily. “‘Twas but our reconciliation after the grievous near sundering of our friendship.”

Elladan snorted. “And how many friends reconcile by coupling?” he bluntly stated.

“Elladan!”

The older twin raised his hands to ward off an imaginary punch. Despite the gravity of Elrohir’s situation, he could not help grinning at the full blossoming of color in his twin’s cheeks. It was not every day that anyone could make Elrohir blush so heartily. After calmly enduring the other’s glare, he turned serious once more.

”Did you know his mind then?” he queried curiously.

Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, not that. But the feelings he felt, aye, and fragments of – of thoughts. I sensed his confusion.” The Elf-knight looked musingly his brother. “Much like what we have been told about what happens through—”

“The binding channel,” Elladan finished for him. The Elf-lord blew out his breath. “This is astounding indeed. Have you sensed other than this since—?”

“This is the first I have known this,” Elrohir said. “In truth, it frightened me even when it pleasured me.”

“Why should this have frightened you?” Elladan asked, a twinge of fear shading his voice. Was his twin already regretting his choice? “‘Twas Legolas you shared it with after all.”

“I did not expect it at all,” Elrohir explained. “I was not prepared either in body or mind. And I admit, I wondered if it truly was him or only my desperate longing.” He sighed. “I thought that mayhap the binding was driving me mad.”

Elladan let out a relieved exhalation and threw a comforting arm around his brother’s suddenly slumped shoulders. “Mithrandir would never have broached anything that would have so evil an effect on you. On any of us,” he softly reminded the other. “‘Twas a gift of the Valar, Elrohir.”

The Elf-knight managed a tremulous smile. “I know,” he murmured. He looked up and met Elladan’s gaze. Sadness limned his argent eyes but it did not in any way mar the serenity in their depths. “Fear not, gwaniuar”—older twin—“I do not regret what I did. Even were it to indeed drive me mad, I would never rue it.”

Elladan did not know whether to be pleased or grieved by his brother’s implacable love for the woodland prince. How was it that fate could be so kind to him and cruel to his twin? It was enough to make any Elf question the wisdom of the Powers themselves.

And then he brightened up of a sudden. “But this should hearten you,” he said, his lips curling into a grin. “He desires you whatever he may claim. He cannot control his body’s yearnings and his dreams betray the truth.” He clasped his twin’s shoulder. “When you make your move at last, I think he will be hard-pressed to resist it.”

“That encourages me,” Elrohir replied with a small smile. And then he frowned in perplexity. “But that does not change the fact that this should not have been possible. How could it have happened?” he said. “I should not sense any of his thoughts or feelings as he might sense mine.”

“Are you guarding yours?” Elladan asked.

Elrohir nodded. “Most carefully,” he said. “He will know naught of my binding to him unless I tell him.”

Elladan pursed his lips. “It is puzzling,” he admitted. “The channel between you is not wholly affirmed. The flow should come from you alone.” He sighed in frustration. “But then again, we know next to nothing about one-sided bindings. There has not been its like before.”

“Will it always be thusly?” Elrohir wondered with some trepidation. To be always on his guard against such unruly feelings day after day—! What if they should overcome him when they were least appropriate?

Elladan discerned his brother’s concerns at once. “I think the intensity of it was because you are newly parted,” he said musingly. “As he learns to cope with his need for your company such dreams and thoughts will likely diminish. And your connection should weaken as we put more distance between us and Rohan.”

“But when we meet again?” Elrohir murmured. “What then?”

“You will have learned to shield yourself by then,” Elladan pointed out. “There is nothing you cannot achieve when you set yourself to it. You have taken after Father and are gifted in matters of the mind. ‘Tis probably another reason why you have proven so sensitive now,” he said with sudden insight.

Elrohir rolled his eyes in frustration. “I am not certain if it is a gift or curse if I must now guard against his feelings as well as shield mine!”

Elladan looked sympathetically at the younger twin. “We can ask Father about this come morning. And mayhap Grandmother and Grandfather as well.”

Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, I will not trouble Ada with my problems. He deserves his peace and rest after all he has endured. I will not have him sail West carrying yet another worry with him.” He glanced out the open flap of the tent to where Celeborn and Galadriel reposed in theirs. “And they will be parting from each other soon. I do not care to add to their burden either. Not that I think any of them truly know,” he added. “They are mavens of elven lore but this is outside the bounds of lore.”

“Mithrandir then?” Elladan suggested.

Elrohir smiled wanly and said: “Do wizards ever give a straight answer?”

The older twin had to chuckle ruefully. “They are worse than Elves,” he acknowledged.

Elrohir chuckled briefly as well. “But I doubt he knows much more than we do. Else he would have warned us of the consequences as well,” he remarked. “‘Tis not his way to give a solution and not reveal what it entails. I fear this is a riddle I must solve by myself.”

Elladan shook his head resignedly. “So it seems. Yet Mithrandir may be able to help you control the channel until you are ready for what flows through it.”

Elrohir considered this. “He may,” he conceded. “I will speak with him tomorrow.” He lay down once more.

Elladan regarded his brother with concern. After a moment, he pulled his pallet closer and reclined upon it beside Elrohir. “Here, gwanneth” —younger twin—“let me hold you tonight,” he quietly offered.

Elrohir gratefully turned into his brother’s protective embrace. In their twinship, he had always found much comfort for his griefs and rages. In Elladan’s loving custody, he knew some peace as he gradually slipped into slumber.

But his dreams, waking or not, were still of the fairest Wood-elf of them all.

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Glossary:

Úrui - Sindarin for August

Ada - Papa

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