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Chapter X

The Elves encamped by a small spring in a spacious clearing hidden by stout trees and thick brush. They were little more than a day's ride from Rivendell. Though no place was truly secure beyond the bounds of the hidden vale, this patch of land so close to the elven refuge was safer than most. The Elves did not completely relax their watchfulness but they could rest with more ease than they had previously done.

As soon as he'd partaken of the evening meal and washed off the grime of travel, Elladan took leave of his brother and slipped away, seeking solitude in one of the small glades nearby. Here, away from the curious stares of some and the reproachful glances of others, he tried to find some peace of mind if not of heart or spirit.

But his thoughts inevitably strayed to his unhappy predicament and he was hard-pressed not to sink further into despondency. Leaning against a tall elm, he looked up at the night sky, aching for dawn to arrive that he might part from the troop soonest. And escape the suffocating tension that existed between him and his erstwhile lover. So steeped was he in his melancholic reverie that he did not mark the approach of another.

“'Tis perilous to let down your guard,” Glorfindel mildly admonished him.

Elladan started then straightened. He warily faced the golden-haired Elf. “Wherefore the sentries if not to permit some easing of our vigilance?” he replied.

Glorfindel frowned, recalling Elrohir's remark about his brother's disregard for his safety. He came closer to the older twin, noting against his will how his pale skin shone with a silvery sheen in Ithil's light. Or how his eyes seemed as pools of gleaming argent. With an effort, he set aside his appraisal of his companion's charms.

“Why, Elladan?” he abruptly asked.

The younger Elf-lord looked long at him, considering the terse question. He did not need further expounding to know that Glorfindel was asking him why he had believed him capable of duplicity that fateful night. At length, he lowered his gaze and folded his arms in a defensive pose.

“You had been so distant with me beforehand,” he softly explained. “I wondered why and when I saw her, I thought 'twas because you had permitted others to see to your needs when I could not.”

Glorfindel stared at him in surprise. “I thought you trusted me as much as you asked me to trust you,” he remarked with some acerbity.

He regretted the words the instant Elladan visibly flinched. The twin quickly turned to go but Glorfindel espied the portentous glistening in his eyes and the biting of his lip. At once, he grasped Elladan's arm and prevented him from leaving.

“Forgive me,” he murmured. “That was unwarranted.”

Elladan did not look at him but trained his eyes unseeingly on the dark beyond the trees. “You need not remind me of my perfidy,” he tightly said. “I know it all too well.”

Glorfindel sighed and, taking hold of Elladan's other arm, compelled the twin to face him. “It would seem you had just cause,” he conceded.

Elladan was momentarily taken aback by what sounded like a conciliatory statement. But then he shook his head and said: “Since when has there been just cause for oath-breaking?”

“Perhaps none,” Glorfindel agreed. “But 'tis not always beyond redemption if one was driven to it by - circumstances.”

It was Elladan's turn to stare. Without thinking, he blurted out: “Then why, Glorfindel? Why were you so aloof from me?”

Sadness suddenly shadowed the captain's jewel eyes. “To preserve myself,” he gravely replied. At Elladan's puzzled reaction, he exhaled slowly and continued. “Your questing took its toll on me though I did not expect it. At first, 'twas not so difficult to bear. But then you began to ride farther afield and stay away ever longer. And when you returned, 'twas only for the briefest of visits. After decades of your absence, it was no easy matter to make do with mere weeks of your company, mayhap a month or two if I was fortunate enough to merit it.”

He lifted a hand to caress the twin's face, lowered it before his fingers touched skin. “Too soon you would ride away again and always into peril. And none could say if you would return whole and safe. I came to fear for you each time you would depart. And your too fleeting sojourns with me were never enough to assuage that fear.” He paused, seeing Elladan's stunned expression. “The only way I could numb some of that fear was to step back and desist from immersing myself in your company those few times we came together.”

Elladan cried: “Why did you not tell me?!”

“I did, pen neth”-young one-Glorfindel said. “Each and every time I asked you to lay down your arms and remain at your father's side.”

Recollection washed over Elladan. Yes, Glorfindel had requested this of him frequently enough in the last century. But he had assumed that it was on behalf of Elrond who did not desist from informing his sons of his opinion of their errantry. It had not occurred to him that the pleas were for Glorfindel's own sake.

“I did not understand,” he said. A tear trickled unbidden down his cheek. He made no move to brush it away. “I am so sorry,” he whispered.

“As am I,” the captain somberly admitted.

“For what?” Elladan asked in bemusement. “'Twas I who played you false.”

“And I who made you doubt your worth,” Glorfindel pointed out.

The older twin was stricken dumb for several seconds by the uncharacteristic admission of a blunder. When he found his tongue, he could only ask half hopefully, half fearfully: “Am I forgiven then?”

Glorfindel lifted his hand once more and this time ran his knuckles lightly down the line of Elladan's cheek, eliciting a shuddery inhalation from the twin. He silently nodded.

Elladan swallowed hard. “Would that you had told me about what she had done,” he choked.

Glorfindel frowned slightly. “To what end?”

“I would not have done the same,” Elladan said. “Not if I had known how deeply it would pain you.”

The captain's mouth tightened. “I could not bring myself to speak of her actions. Even now, I loath the very memory of it.”

The older twin gazed at him searchingly. 'But - did you forgive her?” he cautiously queried, seeking reassurance of his lover's pardon in the only parallel to his own situation. “Did you give her a second chance?”

Glorfindel's eyes darkened - whether in grief or anger, Elladan could not say. “Gondolin fell,” he simply said.

Elladan sucked in his breath as the full implication of that statement registered. Unresolved resentment. Unmitigated hurt. No wonder Glorfindel was so skittish about such matters. And why he had taken Elladan's affair so hard.

“I love only you, Glorfindel,” he fervently declared, anxious to reaffirm his commitment to the Noldorin Elf. “There is no other. Rúmil was just-”

“Do not speak his name!” Glorfindel said with startling vehemence.

Elladan winced at this evidence of his lover's bitterness about his indiscretion. He stepped back reflexively as if to avoid a blow. But Glorfindel caught him by the waist and pulled him hard against him.

“Glorfindel, I did not mean to-” he began.

“I want you,” Glorfindel growled. “Now.”

Elladan gasped when his mouth was summarily captured and ravaged in a kiss of such molten proportions that his mind all but ceased to function properly. Within moments, only sensation remained and the sweet, savage thrill that raced through his very veins.

They undressed each other with near furious haste, not truly conscious of how they went about it. Once he had Elladan stripped down to his skin, Glorfindel wasted no time on niceties but bore the twin down upon his cloak, his hands and lips already engaged in pillaging the latter's abundant graces.

The onslaught almost undid Elladan even without the benefit of more intimate re-acquaintance with the most sensitive regions of his body. But in the midst of his passion, memory threatened to blight his happiness. Glorfindel's shining locks served to remind him of the other fair-haired Elf with whom he had misguidedly dallied and, hard on its heels, the shame and guilt that had followed. He shivered inwardly as the dire need to erase the effects of these recollections flooded his consciousness.

Acting on sheer instinct, he surprised Glorfindel though not unpleasantly so when he rolled them both over and swiftly straddled the captain. He bent to pleasure his lover in the exact same manner with which he had initiated his first bedding of his illicit tryst-mate. But with a difference and a great one.

With the Lórien guard, it had been about conquest and the proving of his own potent charisma. No such vested motives entered the picture now. Only pure wanting and the desire to re-connect.

With every kiss and fondle and slide of flesh against flesh, he replaced each troubling memory with another fervently coveted one. The woodsy Silvan scent gave way before that impossible to describe Valinor-tinged fragrance. All thought of pale gleaming skin was swept away in the presence of incandescent flesh lit from within. In place of a Wood-elf's melodious cries were the deep, dulcet calls of a Noldorin lord. Inexorably, the memory of the Galadhel's slender archer's frame was supplanted by a legend's lean but powerful swordman's form.

If all these had not completely expunged remembrance of his error and its disastrous aftermath, his engulfment of Glorfindel's turgid flesh demolished the last of it. For there were few so dauntingly endowed as he and the very act of suckling that formidable length was sufficient to remind Elladan of his lover's magnificence. He smiled around a hot mouthful when the needful raking of the warrior's fingers through his dark hair told him how welcome his ministrations were.

A rough gasp and a sudden buck of Glorfindel's hips preceded generous spurts of gorgeous cream. Elladan hungrily downed it, his warm tongue lapping up every last drop that clung to the captain's shaft. With a sigh, he crawled up the length of Glorfindel's body and gazed down at his lover. The fair-haired Elf looked back at him, eyes bright with not yet abated lust.

His first words evinced how well he had intuited Elladan's intent. “If that is how you pleasured the Wood-elf, 'tis no wonder he pines after you until now,” he softly remarked, no edge hardening his voice.

Elladan smiled in relief. There was no venom in Glorfindel's comment. It was simply his way of informing him that he knew what the older twin was about. “Almost but not quite,” Elladan murmured.

“Oh? In what way?” Glorfindel asked, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Elladan did not answer but only bent once more to ply his mouth until he felt Glorfindel sufficiently ready for his need. Sitting astride the captain's hips, he boldly anointed the latter's resurgent shaft with their combined seed. Eyes trained on his lover, he lowered himself upon the slick flesh. A wince of discomfort marked his features as he felt himself pierced. But he did not desist, the closing of his eyes the only other outward sign of the burn within. He felt Glorfindel's hands on his hips, holding him steady, keeping him from making too rapid a descent. He opened his eyes to meet the captain's knowing gaze.

“I would not have you hurt yourself in your haste, pen neth,” Glorfindel said. “There is time enough for you to accustom yourself to this once more.”

It was as much a tacit acknowledgement of what Elladan withheld from all others save him as well as an indication of his characteristic concern for the twin's pleasure and ease.

“It has been far too long, seron vell”-beloved-Elladan replied. “I would that you have me now.”

In one smooth motion, he gloved Glorfindel in moist, velvet heat. The Noldorin Elf hissed at the intense pleasure this joining fetched him. As did the sight of Elladan above him, his singular Peredhel beauty in resplendent display in the brilliant moonlight. It was more than enough to unlock the full measure of Glorfindel's desire.

With a sharp upward thrust, he drove deep into Elladan, eliciting a ragged gasp from the younger warrior. Gritting his teeth against the treacherous urge to keen, Elladan applied himself to riding the shaft that breached him so fulsomely. They moved together, their rhythm as perfectly matched as if they had not known discord between them or the lack of physical intimacy for a quarter of a century.

Pleasure inundated them with each piercing of flesh by flesh. The sounds of their passion resounded in the tiny glade.

Sensing himself near the end of his forbearance, Glorfindel felt a wild need to reclaim his lover as completely as possible. He pushed himself up and caught Elladan flush against him. Grabbing the twin's waist, he pressed him down again and again upon his shaft, until they were both gasping loudly from the excruciating bliss. He snuck one hand between them, took hold of Elladan's swollen length and stroked it rapidly and firmly. With the other, he pulled Elladan into a searing kiss.

Completion overtook the twin first. Held in Glorfindel's adamantine embrace, he could only shudder helplessly with every spray of his seed against his lover's belly, his cries smothered by their ravenous kiss. His muscles clenched repeatedly around Glorfindel's length, setting off the captain's release. He heard his name uttered hoarsely against his lips as Glorfindel, with one final thrust, embedded himself to the hilt in his core and spilled himself fully within.

Both breathing harshly and shallowly, they slowly collapsed, Glorfindel still holding Elladan close to him. They did not notice the passage of time as they lay together, striving to calm the frantic beating of their hearts. Eons could have passed and they would not have marked them, so utterly spent were they. Only when they felt their heartbeats slow and their breathing deepen did they become aware of their surroundings again.

Glorfindel let out a shaky breath, still astounded by the heat and ferocity of their coupling. It was blatantly clear that their bodies had languished for the other if this scorching reunion was any indication of it. And more so after having lived with the emotional desert that had loomed in the wake of their parting of ways. It called to mind what had led him to withdraw slightly from Elladan, a move that had in turn precipitated the older twin's feelings of dissatisfaction and spurred him into the misapprehension that had culminated in that accursed affair.

“Will you come home for good?” he quietly asked.

He felt Elladan stiffen a little in his arms. At once he braced himself for a letdown, his features turning impassive lest Elladan espy the extent of his displeasure. The twin however was quick to note the change.

He raised himself on one arm and pressed his lips to the Elf-lord's, coaxing them to part and permit the gentle ravaging of his mouth. Feeling Glorfindel's tension seep away, he drew back slightly and gazed into the captain's eyes, his own imploring for understanding.

“We cannot cease our questing outright,” he softly explained. “We swore to ride with the Dúnedain until Estel or his heirs come into their own.” Feeling Glorfindel begin to tense once more, he hastened to add: “But we can shorten our sojourns abroad and abide in Imladris for longer lengths of time.”

Glorfindel studied him awhile, doubt and the wish to believe warring in his handsome features. Finally he managed a faint smile. “That will be of great comfort to your father,” he said.

Elladan pressed a kiss to the captain's shoulder. “Only father?” he inquired.

“Myself as well,” Glorfindel gently chuckled. “A warm bed is always pleasing come winter.”

Elladan punched him playfully. “You are an insufferable rogue,” he mirthfully complained.

“Yet you insisted on pursuing me,” Glorfindel remarked. “And relentlessly so, I must add.”

Elladan sighed, his felicity fading slightly. “Will the chase ever end?” he murmured.

Glorfindel raised one golden eyebrow in wry surprise. He ran his fingers through the twin's raven locks. “'Tis generally believed that it ended long ago,” he commented.

Elladan bit his lip at the evasive answer. Glorfindel was right, of course. To others, theirs was an established relationship, which was why their falling-out had come as a shock to most. Only Elrohir knew the truth - that the captain had yet to make a verbal declaration of commitment to Elladan.

True, Glorfindel had made known his affection and trust in so many ways. He had completely shed all casual liaisons and chosen to share his bed with Elladan alone. Had given himself to the older twin as he had not to others since his return to life. Had shown himself capable of fierce jealousy and possessiveness of Elladan's regard.

But his reluctance to voice his feelings left room for doubt. As did his reticence regarding his past life. Elladan could not help questioning if his lover would ever cast off the shadowy yet tenacious memories that shackled him emotionally.

Neither his pensive expression nor his fraught silence was lost on Glorfindel. The captain hesitated then said: “I will try to be more forthcoming.” At the kindling elation in Elladan's upraised eyes, he hastily cautioned, “But I pray you will not expect overmuch.”

Elladan fondly grinned at him. “I know 'tis a difficult thing for you to do. I will bide my time, melethen.”-my love. He laid his head on the captain's chest.

Quiet reigned for the next several minutes. At length, Glorfindel murmured, “I would appreciate it if you did not journey to Lórien in the near future.” When Elladan lifted his head and gazed at him frowningly, he pointed out: “'Twill be easier to keep your distance from temptation if you do not venture near it in the first place.”

Elladan knew a moment's alarm at this further evidence of the depth of Glorfindel's pain at his faithlessness. So hurt was he by the incident that he could not bring himself to utter the name of the other Elf who'd figured in the affair however short-lived it had been. Just as he would not speak the name of she who had betrayed him in Gondolin.

“You need not fear anything from that quarter,” Elladan stoutly asserted. “I swear, it will not happen again.”

Fingers against his lips stayed him from saying more. “Avo, Elladan”-Don't-Glorfindel said, his tone brooking no opposition. “Make no more promises.”

The older twin gazed at him in some consternation then nodded resignedly. He lowered his head upon Glorfindel's chest once more and closed his eyes, hiding the ache of realization.

Glorfindel had forgiven him and taken him back. Had gone so far as to admit having had a part in the events that had led to their rift. But he did not fully trust him as he had before. Not after having it crushed all over again by one he held closer to his heart than all others. The rebuilding of his lover's confidence in him would take more than just an ardent night's worth of couplings. With a quiver of apprehension, Elladan wondered if he had the wherewithal to fight for it once more.

Long, gentle fingers slipped under his chin, compelling him to lift his head and return the captain's glittering gaze.

“I missed you,” Glorfindel softly told him.

Elladan caught his breath at the tender confession then beamed. “No more than I missed you,” he whispered.

Their lips met in a lengthy, molten caress. The renewed union of their bodies was not long in following.

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Glossary:

Galadhel - Tree-elf

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