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Author: Emmess

Title: Everything In Its Place, a Prequel to "A Lesson In Control"

Genre: Humor

Rated: NC17

Summary: Elladan and Elrohir are being little bad monkeys by jumping each other in every place possible…

Everything In Its Place

"Come now, tôr, it cannot be that bad…" Elrohir laughed, elbowing Elladan in his midsection.
"It is, Elrohir…look at me! I can barely walk!" Elladan retorted, his gait so greatly exaggerated that an observer would think he was trying to walk with some great injury to his groin. Slumped over, both hands cupped between his legs, his face contorted, he took small, pigeon-toed steps along side his twin as they walked the back of the practice field.
Under orders from Glorfindel to retrieve all arrows that may have sailed beyond the haystack targets on the practice field, the two Peredhil twins had been forced to lay aside their own plans for that afternoon - namely a rousing game of 'ride the pony' as soon as their bedchamber door had closed behind them - and walk the archery field instead.
Elrohir snorted watching his brother's preposterous movements, as Elladan leaned against the back of the third haystack target, moaning loudly.
"It is going to burst, Elrohir…and 'tis all your fault! If you had simply acquiesced to my most pitiful begging this morning, I would not be dying now…how will you live with my most horrible death on your head?"
"I doubt sincerely that you are dying, Elladan…I further doubt that any part of your anatomy is about to burst."
"We could change that in just a few moments, you know…" Elladan laughed, dropping his act, grabbing the front of Elrohir's jerkin and quickly pulling him into his arms. Still clutching the front of his brother's jerkin, Elladan crushed his mouth against Elrohir's, his tongue sliding past his brother's willing lips. Warm and wet, alternately soft and firm, forgetting all else, their dancing tongues fueled the fires in their bellies that they had held at bay all morning.
Already hard with his desire, Elladan wantonly rubbed his erection against his brother's thigh, sighing into Elrohir's mouth as he felt his twin's own shaft's fire through the material of his own leggings. Fingers ripped at belts and closures, tearing at the fabric, both eager to feel the silken flesh of the other. Heedless of the sharp pricks of the dry, whiskbroom straw, their clothes were rapidly shed, their Elfhoods seeking each other almost of their own will, rubbing together in earnest, soft, velvet skin against soft velvet skin.
With practiced hands, each knowing exactly the other's preference, the twins grasped each other's organs, slowing sliding their hands up and down the weeping shafts, moaning into the other's mouth. Free hands cupped firm cheeks as the dance quickened, each one's movement mimicked in perfect timing by the other.
Belly to belly, they brought each other to climax, thigh and stomach muscles clenching, silver seed spurting between them, mixing and becoming as one.
Panting and weak-kneed, they held each other for long moments, softly kissing and murmuring endearments to the other, until their heart rates once again reached their usual, synchronized, steady beat.
"I told you that I was going to burst…next time you should listen to me tôr…" Elladan teased, as he handed his brother his jerkin.
"If I listened to you every time you said that, we would never leave our bedchambers, Elladan."
"And that would be a bad thing because…"
Snorting, the twins resumed their duties of picking up errant arrows from the field. It was only then, as they turned to make their way back up the field, that they noticed Glorfindel standing in their way. The Balrog Slayer's stance was straight and tall, hands fisted on his hips, and he did NOT look happy.

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"Mucking out stalls? The work of the green recruits, not seasoned warriors!" Elladan complained as he shoveled yet another load of manure out of the stall in the growing heap in the middle of the stable.
"We deserved it, I suppose…that's what we get for not making sure we were alone…" Elrohir commented, making a face at the ripe odor of the fresh horse droppings as they whizzed close by his face on their way out of the stall. "Great Eru…what does Ada feed his horse? How does anything as sweet smelling as oats and hay find its end smelling this foul?"
"Bah…Glorfindel should have cleared his throat or gave some other indication that he was there…he could see we were busy, could he not?"
"I believe it was the fact that we were "busy" that infuriated him so, Elladan."
"Why, for Eru's sake? One would think he'd never seen it done before."
"He probably hasn't…at least not in the middle of the archery field."
"We weren't in the middle of the field…we were behind the target."
"I believe you are missing the point, tôr."
"Hand me that bundle of fresh hay, Elrohir…this stall is as clean as it is going to get," Elladan requested, not willing to continue the discussion.
Spreading the hay out, Elladan sat with a thump on the soft cushion of sweet smelling straw. "Sit with me a moment, Elrohir…my back feels like a thousand hammers have been pounding on it."
Seating himself behind his brother, Elrohir began to massage twin's strong back, his deft fingers digging into the sore muscles seeking to relieve the tension and pain.
Tethered to one side of the stall, Elrond's horse watched the duo disinterestedly, blowing warm air through its nostrils every once in a while.
"Ahh…right there, tôr…that is the sweet spot," Elladan moaned, cocking his head to allow Elrohir to reach the stiff muscles of his neck and shoulder.
"I could do this much better without the barrier of your jerkin, Elladan…take it off," Elrohir instructed, removing his hands from his brother's back.
Not needing to be told twice, Elladan discarded his jerkin in record time for someone who had had a thousand hammers beating at his back.
Faced with the smooth, taut skin and corded muscles of his brother's back, Elrohir's kneading motions quickly segued into softer, more tender touches. He felt a most familiar warmth spread through his loins in response to the feel of his brother's body, and bent his head to kiss and tease at the delicate flesh at the nape of Elladan's neck.
"Ai, Elrohir…" Elladan whispered, "I wish to feel your skin next to mine."
"Nay, tôr, this time is for you alone," Elrohir breathed into Elladan's ear, taking the sensitive tip into his warm mouth, sucking gently. Elladan moaned, pressing backward into his brother's embrace.

Turning Elladan in his arms, Elrohir kissed him deeply, pushing him backward into the fresh bed of hay, laying atop him, pinning him. Beginning with his mouth, Elrohir laid a wet trail of soft kisses along his brother's jaw, slowly working his way down Elladan's tender throat, nipping and teasing over his collarbone, to his broad chest.
Elrohir's tongue found his brother's dusky nipple, tickling at it until it pebbled into a hard tiny peak, before turning his attention to its twin. Down the slight cleft between his twin's ribcage, over his corded abdomen, ringing his navel with his tongue, Elrohir's attentions made Elladan writhe, his skin rippling with pleasure.
Rising between his brother's legs, Elrohir made short work of the lacings of Elladan's leggings, swiftly pulling them down and out of his way, before lowering himself eye level with his twin's stiffening erection. Bending his head, he blew warm air over the reddening tip, rewarded with Elladan's gasp and his shaft's bobbing movement. A single, pearly drop formed at its tip, testament to Elladan's reaction to his brother's attentions.
With a quick flick of his tongue, Elrohir scooped the silver drop from his brother's organ, delighting, as always, in his taste, before devouring his twin's organ whole. Softly cupping Elladan's fuzzy sac with one hand, the other hand gripped the steely rod before him, his lips forming a deliciously firm suction as they slid from the root in its nest of soft black curls, to the tip.
Knowing his brother as well as he did, Elrohir knew from the contracting of his stomach muscles and low growl in his throat that Elladan was quickly approaching his peak. He was not disappointed, as just moments later he tasted his brother's seed on his tongue.
Elladan's loud groans of pleasure, however, did not sit well with Elrond's horse, which began whinnying and nervously sidestepping the duo as Elladan's back arched off the hay. Laughing, Elrohir looked over his shoulder, wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand, as the steed tossed his head repeatedly at the brothers.
"Go find your own…this one is mine," Elrohir called to the stallion, noticing that the horse had developed a rather impressive problem of his own.

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"How on earth did Glorfindel find out about the stable?" Elrohir demanded of his brother as they scrubbed furiously at the stone tile floors under the shadow of the statue that held the shards of the Narsil.
"How should I know? I was with you, remember? Perhaps Ada's horse told him," Elladan joked, slopping water from the bucket onto the floor and renewing his efforts to scrub it clean.
"Speaking of which…that horse is going to be a fine stud someday…whenever Ada decides to turn him out to pasture, that is. Did you see the size of his…"
"Aye…it was hard to miss…"
"Hard is the correct word, brother…very much like someone else's I know…" Elrohir chuckled, winking at his twin.
"Comparing me to a horse? Somehow I think there is a compliment buried within that statement, brother…"
Laughing, the ebony haired Peredhil twins worked together, scrubbing the hard stone floor. After a few moments, Elrohir fell silent, and Elladan noticed him biting his lower lip - usually a sign that his thoughts were turning more serious.
"What is it, tôr? Something is bothering you…" Elladan asked, sitting back on his heels and looking hard at his brother.
"'Tis nothing, meleth…nothing."
"'Tis something, Elrohir…you know that you cannot hide anything from me. One moment we were laughing, and the next you are as somber as a priest. What is it?"
Looking somewhat abashed, Elrohir confessed, "I was thinking of the horse…which made me think of the stable…which made me think of you and I in the stall…which made me…well…"
"Ahh…" Elladan said, nodding his head in understanding. "'Tis your turn, is it not?"
"Perhaps we should wait until we finish the floors, Elladan…they are sopping wet, and slippery…and quite frankly, the way our luck is running today we will only be caught, and I am weary of being punished today."
"There is no one around, and we needn't roll about on the wet floor, tôr. Stand up," Elladan directed his brother, already beginning to remove his own clothes.
"Elladan…" Elrohir warned, although his eyes followed his brother's hands as they deftly removed his jerkin, and began working on his leggings. Kicking off his boots, pulling his leggings down and kicking them off as well, Elladan stood naked before his brother…and that was Elrohir's undoing.
He stood up slowly, his eyes roaming the well toned body of his warrior brother, closing only when his twin's lips met his and Elladan's hands began to undress him.
Their skin glowing in the soft torchlight of the hall, Elrohir fisted his hands in Elladan's thick black tresses as his brother fell to his knees, taking Elrohir's already weeping shaft into his mouth.
Snaking his arms around his twin's slim hips, Elladan gently squeezed Elrohir's cheeks with his hands, moaning over his twin's Elfhood.
"I must have you, tôr…I want to feel myself within you," Elrohir whispered hoarsely, pulling himself from the hot wet confines of his brother's mouth, and tipping his head up to meet his own eyes.
Silently, Elladan rose gracefully to his feet, allowing Elrohir to lift him at the waist, placing him on the broad ledge that abutted the statue. Wordlessly, unwilling to interfere with his brother's pleasure Elladan submitted to Elrohir's probing, spreading his legs to allow his twin easier access to his small, clenching opening.

Having nothing else at hand, Elrohir used his mouth to slick Elladan's entry, his tongue probing, eliciting soft moans from his twin. Sliding one finger into the tight recesses of his brother's body, he moaned as the muscles of Elladan's channel squeezed and pulsed around his digit. Soon Elrohir added another, scissoring the tight ring of muscle, preparing his twin.
"Now, Elrohir…fill me now…I need to feel you moving within me," Elladan begged, trying not to move too much on the shelf upon which he was laying, but unable to hold completely still.
In one sure, slow movement, Elrohir slid himself into Elladan's body, moaning softly at the tight, hot feel of his brother's body enveloping his Elfhood. Developing a rhythm, he pushed himself in and nearly out of his twin's channel, groaning as the heat began to stir in his belly, his orgasm swiftly rising. With several hard thrusts, he filled his brother with his seed.
Feeling Elrohir's essence shoot deep within his body, Elladan found his own release, his hand pumping himself to spill his silver seed across his own belly, slicking his fist.
As soon as he had enough breath again to speak, Elladan whispered, "Elrohir, could you please let me up?"
"Huh? Yes, of course," he answered, looking a bit puzzled. Elladan was never so quick to want to move after making love. "Have I done something wrong, tôr?"
"No, no…I'm just a bit uncomfortable," Elladan replied sheepishly, grimacing a bit as he stood up from the shelf.
Looking down, Elrohir realized where his brother's soft rear had been resting, and, judging from the droplets of blood on the shards, it had not been a comfortable rest at all.
"Elladan! You are bleeding, tôr!"
"'Tis nothing," Elladan replied, trying to look behind him at his own throbbing rear end.
"Your arse is scratched to Mordor and back! How do you plan on explaining THIS to the healers?" Elrohir asked, seeing the shallow surface scratches on his brother's hindquarters.
"I don't need to see the healers, Elrohir…you can deal with these scratches…it isn't the healers I'm worried about explaining things to…let's just hope that Glorfindel never finds out we just did it here…Ada will have us on latrine duty for the rest of eternity."
Sighing, Elrohir agreed, as they redressed. Picking up the bucket and rags, they made their way back to the kitchens, planning to return them, and then take a well-needed rest in their chambers before dinner.
It was just after they had finished putting away the bucket and rags, that Glorfindel informed them that their father wanted to see them immediately in his study…

The End

(story continued in "A Lesson In Control").

Translations:

tôr…brother
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