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A Change of Season	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Title: A Change of Season
*Author: Minuial Nuwing
*Contact: minuial_nuwing@yahoo.com
*Website: http://geocities.com/minuial_nuwing
*Rating: NC-17
*Type: FPS
*Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir
*Warning: Explicit TWINCEST- if this squicks you, please don�t read it ;)
*Archive: First Light, AFF.net, LoM, OEAM; Others: I would be honored-Just let me know, please!
*Feedback: Makes me smile, and write faster�
*Summary: Elrohir holds his brother. Snow, firelight, furs and so on�

*Beta: Um, no, actually. See the Author's Note! : ) Any mistakes are all mine.
*Notes: Italics indicate mindspeak or thoughts, when not used for simple emphasis. In plain-text, stars (**) indicate italics. One star (*blah*) for emphasis, two stars (**blah**) for mindspeak or thoughts.
*Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine. Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle Earth, J.R.R. Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am done playing!

*A/N: This is Fim's Christmas present, which she graciously agreed to share. Though our thoughts on the Peredhil twins are stunningly similar (it's a bit frightening, sometimes�), there is one point on which we tend to differ. Fim likes Elrohir on top�so that's where you'll find him in this one!
An individual who is both an accomplished author and a wonderful beta is a treasure. To find one whose style and Tolkien worldview mesh with your own is an incredible stroke of good fortune, and if you can also call that person 'friend', you are truly blessed. Hannon chen, Fim. **huge hugs & sloppy kisses**

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A Change of Season

~Eriador 630 III~

"It could have been worse, tôren," Elladan managed through chattering teeth, wincing as he attempted to bear weight on his injured ankle. "You might have followed me into the water."
Despite his concern over their predicament, Elrohir could not help but chuckle. "I would follow you across the Last Desert, 'Dan, or into a den of yrch," he replied with a grin. "But I must draw the line at swimming in the Bruinen with the ice floes."
"'Tis just as well," the elder twin sighed, his cold-stiffened fingers fumbling with the ties of his leather jerkin. "Had you followed me onto the ice, we likely would have two lame legs and no dry bedding."
"Here, let me," the elf-knight said impatiently, brushing away Elladan's hand and swiftly removing the clammy leather, as well as the soaked shirts beneath, before wrapping his twin snugly in a dry blanket. Helping his brother to the ground, he looked around the cave. It was dry and sheltered from the wind, but little more. "We must have wood," he sighed, peering through the narrow opening into the blowing snow beyond. "Let me help you with your boots and leggings, then I�"
"If I remove my boots, 'Roh, I will never get this one back on," Elladan argued, flexing his strained muscles gingerly. "And I cannot walk in the snow without�"
"You cannot walk at all, tôren," Elrohir interrupted firmly. "And if you do not get out of those wet things, you will die of cold, I will quickly fade, and Ada will be terribly angry with the both of us. So be quiet, Elladan, and let me aid you."
The elder twin started to protest, but noting the stubborn set of his brother's jaw he thought better of it, and allowed the elf-knight to remove the remainder of his wet clothing. Still shivering, he curled tightly in the blanket, sipping cautiously from their only remaining flask of miruvor.
Elrohir frowned, torn between trying to warm his twin faster and going in search of wood. The continued chilling was worrisome, as was the accentuated pallor of Elladan's face.

Go on, tôren. Without wood, we will both freeze, and dusk approaches. I will be fine.
You are too cold, yet, el nín. 'Tis not natural that you should warm so slowly.
'Tis also unnatural that I should jump into a near frozen river, 'Roh.

The younger twin sighed. "Aye, that is true, I suppose. I will be quick." Pulling out the stitched furs that he carried to spread beneath his bedroll, he draped them over his brother.
"Be more careful than quick," Elladan amended, recapping the miruvor before pulling the blanket close around his wet hair. "And mind the ice," he added with a grin.
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Though Elrohir was indeed more quick than careful, the light was fading from the sky before he managed to gather enough usable wood to see them through the long night. Shaking off the snow, lest the pieces become too wet to burn, he stacked the fuel near the cave entrance.
"I did not mean to be so long, tôren," he began, quickly laying the fire. "But we have wood enough for the night, and a good part of the morrow." Expertly kindling the blaze with a flint stone, he continued, "Are you warmer, now? I will melt some snow for tea, and�'Dan?"
Turning expectantly, the elf-knight felt his stomach knot with fear. Elladan's eyes were closed and his breathing shallow, the blanket slipping from his slumped shoulders. Cursing himself soundly, Elrohir moved swiftly to his brother's side, shuddering as he touched the cold, clammy skin. "'Dan?" he said urgently, then louder, "Elladan?" At last, a drowsy murmur answered his insistent call. "You must not go to sleep, tôren," the younger twin insisted with forced cheerfulness.
Spreading the fur groundsheet as near the fire as he dared, Elrohir frantically stripped off his own damp clothing and pulled Elladan onto the furs, tucking the blanket around them both before curling tightly against his twin's back, willing the heat of his own blood into the icy body. "Talk to me, melethen," the elf-knight demanded, rubbing his hands vigorously over any skin he could reach, the friction creating precious heat.
"Tired," the elder twin managed, his words thick and halting. "Not too cold now."
"You are quite cold, 'Dan, and you must not sleep. Not yet, hmm?" Elrohir coaxed, rubbing his cheek on his brother's still damp hair. "Must I pinch you?" he teased, desperate for a way to keep his twin from falling into a sleep from which he might not wake.
"Not big enough," Elladan chuckled sleepily, clasping the elf-knight's hand loosely. "Warm, 'Roh."
"Aye, and you will soon be warmer, tôren," the younger twin answered, snuggling closer.
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Elrohir was not sure how long he lay, pressed tight against his brother's icy back. But he had talked and sang 'til he thought his throat must close, forcing Elladan back from the brink of unconsciousness again and again. Even the elf-knight's stubborn optimism was failing, when at last the shivering began.
The elder twin shook violently, his teeth chattering even in Elrohir's firm embrace. "V-V-Valar!" Elladan managed. "I-I-I�sh-shall�b-bite my t-ton-tongue off!"
Near giddy with relief, the elf-knight chuckled, squeezing the trembling body tighter. "Now that would be a great loss, melethron." Sobering, he whispered, "Gods, 'Dan, you scared me."
"I am sorry, rohir nín," the elder twin replied, the shivering subsiding as his body warmed. "I was careless, and�"
"'Twas an accident, and there is no need for apology," Elrohir said firmly, burying his face in his twin's neck, breathing in the calming scent. "Shall I fix some tea? 'Twould warm you more quickly, mayhap."
"Not yet," Elladan murmured tiredly. "Just hold me. 'Tis nice to be held."
Cradling his brother's warming body against his own, Elrohir idly stroked the silken ebony strands that found their way into his hand, his thoughts focused on Elladan's drowsy pronouncement. 'Tis nice to be held.'

For as long as the elf-knight could remember, they had rested curled together, arms and legs entangled. 'Yet it has been years uncounted since he slept before me, wrapped in my arms,' Elrohir realized, biting his lip guiltily. 'I am ever the one cuddled, the one surrounded and protected.'

Reassured by Elladan's deep, steady breathing, the younger twin reluctantly slipped from beneath the blanket, tucking it tightly around his brother's body. Pulling on his leggings and a dry tunic, he stirred up the fire and went to the cave entrance, scooping up clean snow to melt for water. The storm blew as fiercely as ever outside, the night starless and bitter cold. Their stone sanctuary seemed warm and cozy in comparison, and Elrohir's spirits lightened as he busied himself around the fire.
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Elladan woke slowly to the comforting crackle of the fire, and a delicious aroma he was unable to identify. Opening his eyes, he looked around in confusion for a moment before the events of the afternoon came rushing back. The near disastrous fall through the river ice, the snowy journey to the cave�the terrible cold. But he was warm now. Warm, and ravenously hungry.
"Are you awake, tôren?" Elrohir asked, laying a gentle hand on his brother's cheek. "I made some tea and a stew of sorts from some of our dried rations."
"I am awake," the elder twin said with a grin, sitting up slowly. "And I am starving. Something smells wonderful."
"I fear the stew may smell better than it tastes," the elf-knight chuckled, handing Elladan a mug of tea. "'Tis naught but jerked meat, and a bit of dried herbs. But it is hot, and we have lembas. We will not go hungry."
They ate in companionable silence, the impromptu meal surprisingly good and somehow right for a snowy night in a cave in the wilds of Eriador. Elrohir looked closely at his brother, breathing a prayer of thanks for the elder twin's rapid recovery.
Elladan sat before the fire, still blanket-wrapped to the waist. His inky black hair fell unbound over his bare chest and arms, and the elf-knight was unable to resist running his fingers through the silken strands, tucking a few behind one blessedly warm ear.
The elder twin smiled at the affectionate gesture, and Elrohir found himself overcome by a rush of emotion so intense that his breath hitched, and tears welled unexpectedly in his eyes. "Melin chen, 'Dan," he whispered, rubbing his cheek against his brother's face. "So very much."
"Melin chen, rohir nín. Always," Elladan returned softly, concern in his voice. "Do not be distressed. 'Tis alright now."
Elrohir did not answer, but squeezed his brother's hand tightly, then rose to bank the fire, collecting more snow to melt for water. The elder twin settled himself back into the furs, his eyes gleaming in the flickering light as they followed the elf-knight's every move.
When all was in order, Elrohir moved back to the fire, hesitating a moment before slipping out of his clothing and back under the blanket. Elladan frowned slightly and rolled to face his twin. "Will you not tell me what is amiss, 'Roh?" he asked quietly. "'Tis more than my unplanned cold bath that disturbs your mind, is it not?"
Sighing, the elf-knight stared into the fire for a moment before answering. "All these centuries, 'Dan, you have coddled me, have you not? You have been the leader, the protector�you have always held me�"
"I am the elder�" Elladan began, only to be silenced by the arch of an elegant eyebrow.
"By two minutes, pen iaur," Elrohir retorted wryly. His expression softening, he lifted one hand, running a gentle finger over his brother's jaw. "Even now, when you are injured, you seek to comfort me."

Rising to one elbow, the elf knight nuzzled Elladan's cheek, then drew a deep breath. "I would hold you this night, tôren," he whispered, brushing his lips across his twin's mouth. "I would love you, if you will let me."
For a long moment there was no sound save the snap and hiss of the fire, and the thudding of two hearts. "Aye," the elder twin breathed at last, meeting Elrohir's questioning gaze. "I would have you hold me."
The elf-knight smiled down into grey eyes that mirrored his own. "Melin chen, el nín," he said softly, his breath warm against Elladan's lips. "Let me show you."
The first kisses were lingering and gentle, filled with an aching sweetness that warmed both elves from head to toe. Then their kisses deepened, tongues tangling insistently as Elrohir tightened his hold, pressing his brother back into the heavy furs.
Elladan moved restlessly, gasping at the unfamiliar sensation as his lover's weight settled on him, pinning him against the floor. Immediately a soothing voice echoed in his mind, even as Elrohir's mouth descended on his, hard and demanding.

Relax, 'Dan. Let me love you.

The elder twin drew a shuddering breath and opened his mind, allowing his brother's yearning to meld with his own, washing away his tension in a wave of desire. Elrohir sensed the willing surrender and responded with an encouraging groan as he moved to nip and suckle his lover's throat, a rosy purple bruise blooming on the pale skin.
Elladan hissed in pleasure as his brother laid a burning trail of kisses across each shoulder and then down over the hard muscles of his chest. The hisses became whimpers as Elrohir engulfed one pebbled nipple, suckling and tugging languidly.
The elf-knight smiled, his tongue tracing a wet path to the other hard nub. "Do you like that, tôren?" he asked teasingly, his breath ghosting over the sensitive peak.
Growling, Elladan tangled his hands in the silken ebony strands that lay spread over his skin, attempting to push his lover's head back down. "Nay, 'Dan," Elrohir ordered, gently forcing the wandering hands back to the floor. "'Tis my turn, hmm?"
"Aye, but�" the elder twin began, his words trailing off in a hoarse moan as his brother's mouth delved lower, dropping a rain of wet kisses over his rippling stomach. "Please, rohir nín," he managed, "I need to�'Roh!"

Elrohir tightened his grip on the straining arms, riding the sudden arch of Elladan's back, thrusting his tongue insistently into the hollow of his twin's navel.
Elladan howled wordlessly, each sharp stab of his brother's tongue sending a bolt of fire to his aching groin. Then a fleeting kiss brushed the tip of his weeping shaft, firm hands urged his legs apart, and a spate of petal-light kisses fell on his inner thighs.
Raising himself on both elbows, the elder twin swallowed hard, nearly overcome by the erotic sight before him. Elrohir's hair gleamed like obsidian in the firelight as he pressed his mouth repeatedly to the tender skin. His eyes were black as midnight as he looked up, meeting Elladan's intent gaze before slowly drawing his tongue up the underside of his twin's hard length.

Lie down, melethron, or I will stop.

Elladan fell back onto the furs, his trembling legs opening wider of their own accord as a warm mouth surrounded his weeping shaft, lapping and sucking hungrily. Then the deliciously wet heat moved over his sac, already tight and snug, before settling lower. Strong hands spread his buttocks, and he felt the wet slap of Elrohir's tongue against his tight entrance, circling and then slowly breaching the snug muscle.
The elf-knight shivered, his own arousal twitching painfully as the cave rang with Elladan's broken wails and pleas. Pulling away reluctantly, he reached into his pack and retrieved a vial of oil before moving up to press a calming kiss to his brother's swollen lips.
Elladan's eyes were black with desire and glimmering with tears of pleasure in the flickering light. Rubbing his cheek over his twin's flushed face, Elrohir met the darkened gaze, his stomach tightening at the raw need visible there. "Melin chen," he whispered, brushing his lips over his brother's forehead.
Splashing the sweet smelling oil haphazardly into his trembling hand, the elf-knight quickly slicked his own throbbing erection, then spread the slippery liquid lavishly over his lover's relaxed opening.
The elder twin reached out eagerly, spreading his legs further in invitation.
"Not like that, tôren," Elrohir breathed, lowering himself close behind his lover, pulling Elladan back into the curve of his body. "I said I would hold you."
Carefully positioning himself, the elf-knight pushed forward into his brother's body, murmuring soothingly as he slowly entered the snug passage, his own vision blurring at the incredible heat and tightness. "Breathe, melethen�shhh�.'tis al�right�oh�.oh, gods�yessss�."
Elladan gasped, his body protesting the unfamiliar invasion even as the warm glow of their fusing began to flow, each half of their faer reaching eagerly for its mate. Then his pain was drowning in wave upon wave of pleasure, as Elrohir's thoughts and feelings curled around his own.
The silvery shimmer surrounded their bodies and danced in their darkened eyes, the visible jubilation of a sundered soul rejoined.
For long moments they lay motionless, content simply to be whole, enveloped in the comforting warmth of their melding. And then, too soon, their bodies surrendered to the sensations and began to rock slowly, blended moans and whimpers filling the air until at last iridescent seed spilled from both at the same moment, twinned howls echoing off the stony walls.
Snuggling close behind Elladan as their faer reluctantly halved once more, Elrohir drowsily tucked the blanket around their bodies and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Outside, the sky was starless and snow fell thickly, swirling in the howling wind. And inside, while the dying fire crackled softly, Elrohir held his brother.

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Elvish translations:

tôren - my brother

yrch - orcs

Ada - Dad

el nín - my star

melethen - my love

melethron - lover (male)

rohir nín - my knight

Melin chen - I love you

pen iaur - ancient one

faer - soul, spirit
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A Change of Season

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