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Chapter XI

Imladris, Narquelië TA 3018

Glorfindel entered his bedchamber with an audible sigh. It had been a fairly eventful day now that Frodo Baggins had awakened and was up and about. Naturally, Elrond had extended a belated welcome to the intrepid hobbit by way of a feast.

He shook his head musingly. Was it only four days ago that he had faced the Nazgúl during their attempt to capture the Ring-bearer? It had been a most fearsome dilemma for Rivendell's captain, taking them on with four terrified Halflings to protect and only one man to aid him. Granted that man had been Aragorn whose skills were not to be taken lightly - the Ranger was easily equal to any ten men in battle. But the odds of prevailing against a passel of mounted foes had been slim at best with him and Aragorn on foot.

So he had done what he could, sending Frodo ahead on Asfaloth, knowing that once the hobbit gained the opposite bank of the Bruinen, he would come under the full protection of Elrond. He had watched with satisfaction when the Riders who'd started to cross the ford were swept away when, at Elrond's command, the river suddenly rose up against them. That had left him with the remaining Ringwraiths on his side of the river.

He'd rallied Aragorn and the three remaining hobbits, bidding them to set fire to scattered branches and use them against the Wraiths. And still that would not have been enough to drive them into the Loudwater's raging waters. And so for the second time since his return to Middle-earth, he unleashed the full extent of the power that burned within him. The hobbits had stared at him in awe, Aragorn with respect, as he led the charge against the Nazgúl.

The Wraiths had sensed his lack of fear of them, rendering their greatest weapon all but useless; knew that they faced no ordinary Elf but a great lord of valor and might. Their dismay had given them pause long enough to loosen their control of their dark steeds. Maddened by terror at the brilliance of the approaching Elf-warrior and the fiercely flaming torches of his companions, the black horses sought escape by any means or route. Trapped between fire and water, the beasts chose to face the latter and despite their masters' best efforts to stay them, plunged into the roaring current. It was with relief that Glorfindel saw them founder then vanish beneath the foaming waters. He no longer had to fear for the safety of the others. His next move had been to cross the ford and scoop up young Frodo from where he had fallen from Asfaloth in a swoon.

Now, the hobbit had been properly feted then conducted to the Hall of Fire for an evening of story and song. And to be reunited with his kinsman, old Bilbo Baggins. Glorfindel had smilingly watched them happily greet each other before slipping away to seek his quarters.

He was just drawing himself a hot bath when he was called to his door by insistent knocking. He opened it to Erestor. The counsellor sported a knowing smile on his fair face.

“I thought it would please you to know that the twins have returned.”

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He knew when it happened. Could pinpoint the exact moment his brother found his match.

The brethren had arrived without warning, called from the Wild by faint forebodings that told them something was either amiss or afoot. They strode into the Last Homely House, oblivious of the avid stares laid on them as they sought their father.

Aragorn came upon them first in the main hallway whilst on his way to the great hall where the feast in honor of the Ring-bearer was in progress. Eager to hear what tidings they carried, he took them aside and they quickly exchanged news - they informing him of the menacing movements of Orc tribes all over the North and the ominous rumors they had gathered with regard to the Easterlings and he relaying to them the events that had just transpired, including the perilous presence of the One Ring in hallowed Imladris. Elrond soon joined them, having hurriedly left the Hall of Fire upon hearing of their return. Glorfindel also appeared but he kept his silence, allowing the twins their moment of reunion with their sire.

It was then, as he repeated what news they bore to Elrond, that Elladan became aware of his brother's engaged stare. As was his wont, Elrohir had swept the hallway with his gaze, noting all who passed through. His eyes had alighted, however, for an uncommonly long time on a new-come Elf who stood a short distance away.

Clad in the green and brown of the Elvenfolk of Mirkwood, he was relatively young, golden-haired and blue-eyed and slender of build though his stance marked him as a seasoned warrior. A bowman most likely as were most of the folk of the Woodland Realm. Elrohir's argent eyes gleamed brightly as he perused the Wood-elf.

It came as no surprise to Elladan when as soon as he had finished speaking with their father, Elrohir inquired after the Silvan archer. With a smile, Elrond beckoned to the Elf who then shyly approached them.

“This is Legolas of Mirkwood, Thranduil's youngest,” Elrond said. “Legolas, may I present my sons, Elladan and Elrohir.”

Elladan studied Legolas swiftly, realizing that this child of Thranduil's had been born long after the brethren's last visit to Mirkwood. That had been many centuries ago when the forest was still known as Eryn Galen, Greenwood the Great.

He greeted Legolas formally then observed with some amusement the faint blush that so charmingly stained the prince's cheeks when Elrohir warmly welcomed him. And there was something in the tone of Elrohir's voice - something he'd never heard him use before. He looked sharply at his brother and saw the odd gleam in the depths of his eyes.

He knew it then. Knew that at long last, Elrohir's interest had been snared. And judging from young Legolas' rapt expression, that interest was returned in full.

He barely heard Elrond request Aragorn to proceed with him to the Hall of Fire where Arwen awaited him, so curious was he to see how the obvious rapport between his brother and the Mirkwood prince would play out. But any thought of observing them further was shunted aside when he felt the slightest touch on his arm. A touch that sent a jolt of sensation flowing through his very nerves and tempted him to cast dignity aside and greet the captain far more fulsomely than was considered proper in public. It was always so when he and Glorfindel met after a long separation.

He managed to stifle his elated grin, tempering it into a small smile and a slight nod that could not conceal his true feelings from any who knew him well. He exchanged a quick glance with his twin ere walking away with Glorfindel - the casual onlooker could be excused for thinking them no more than good friends.

Once within the confines of Glorfindel's room however, all pretense at nonchalance were promptly dropped. Elladan gasped as he was virtually slammed against the door and the captain took possession of his mouth when he opened it to speak. Clothing was discarded with mind-boggling speed and facility and Elladan did not have time to so much as wonder what would happen next before he was pressed hard once more against the door, mouth pillaged and nipples mauled while Glorfindel ground their hips together. He groaned as the delicious friction sent tendrils of ecstasy coursing along his limbs all the way to his fingers and heels. The slip and slide of their straining shafts after years of self-denial was enough to set them both on the swift road to completion.

Shuddering in the wake of so combustible an encounter, Elladan weakly laid his head a moment on Glorfindel's shoulder, smiling to himself when he felt the captain trembling as well. Even one who had slain a Balrog and returned to tell the tale could not control how his body responded to its pleasuring. At length, Elladan raised his head to gaze at his lover. Glorfindel blessed him with a slight rakish smirk.

“I had just drawn a hot bath when I learned of your return,” he murmured. “Come, let us put it to good use.”

Put to good use indeed, Elladan agreed wholeheartedly several minutes later as the herbed-laced waters eased the soreness of near non-stop riding from his muscles. Add to that the gentle pressure of Glorfindel's fingers upon his scalp as he washed the older twin's raven locks and Elladan thought he might very well fall asleep right where he sat half-sprawled against the captain's chest.

“Where is your much vaunted forbearance, pen neth?-young one? -Glorfindel murmured against his ear.

Elladan snorted and half-turned in the Noldo's arms. “Vanquished for the moment,” he replied. “Valar, Glorfindel, 'tis no jest to ride almost without cease for days on end. 'Tis a wonder our steeds did not give out beneath us!” He winced when a particularly sore muscle made itself known.

Glorfindel kneaded the spot until he heard Elladan groan with relief. “Up with you,” he softly commanded. “Best I see to your aches before I demand relief for mine.”

Elladan could not help the deep flush that suffused his face at the captain's suggestive statement. It had been some years since he'd last been on the receiving end of one of Glorfindel's bawdy pronouncements. He'd quite forgotten just how shameless the captain could be when there was no audience about to bear witness to their play.

Glorfindel's ministrations came in the form of a most welcome massage. Lying on his belly, Elladan sighed with felicity with the loosening of each tight knot in his travel-worn body. He felt the supple fingers work their way down his spine, giving wondrous ease wherever they touched. That is until they descended to his firm bottom. Elladan caught his breath when the ease was steadily replaced by another kind of tension. A tension that his body wholly approved of if the gradual pooling of tension in his groin was any indication of said approval.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder and met the captain's azure eyes before Glorfindel bent to replace his fingers with his tongue. A slow smile spread across Glorfindel's face as each delve of his tongue wrung faint moans of pleasure from Elladan. When the twin began to push back against the delectable probing, he withdrew and rolled Elladan over.

Holding his lover's gaze, he slipped his hands behind Elladan's knees and pushed his legs up and over his shoulders. The twin's breath hitched as he felt himself pressed down into a position he always found faintly unnerving. Perhaps it was because it rendered him particularly open and vulnerable especially when he lay beneath one of Glorfindel's splendor.

But Glorfindel almost always initiated their reunions thusly. For in just this position, the joining of their bodies was visible to them both. As was now illustrated when he pressed into his lover. A flick of his eyes and Elladan dropped his to watch his own piercing. Under his riveted gaze, Glorfindel slowly eased in and out of him, almost delicately so. In direct contrast to the manner in which he'd taken him just before revealing he'd known about his affair. Elladan wondered whether it was Glorfindel's way of making amends for the resultant discomfort of that nigh brutal breaching.

Yet the objectives of both acts were one and the same despite the brusqueness of the first and the extreme gentleness of the second. Either way, it was a reclaiming; a reminder of just who owned him. Elladan felt the twinge of regret that always came with the blissful sense of belonging. The reminder was indicative of the still lingering doubts Glorfindel harbored about his lover's loyalty. For what need was there for it if the captain's trust in him had been fully restored?

The niggling thought was brushed aside with the onset of a more thorough taking. The gentle, shallow thrusts progressively quickened and deepened until they were both breathing harshly in sheer ecstasy. He whispered Glorfindel's name pleadingly, needful of an end to the sweet torment. He was shushed with a rough, heated kiss. But the captain complied nonetheless, driving hard and mercilessly into him, trapping his aching length between them enough to stimulate it without laying a hand on it.

Elladan spent himself with a strangled cry, quivering with every spurt of his seed between them. Glorfindel was not long in following him into the mindless rapture of release, a shuddery exhalation marking the moment of his climax. Drawing much needed breath, he allowed himself a few seconds respite atop Elladan before removing himself to the twin's side. Elladan turned to face him, grey eyes sparkling with affection.

“'Tis always good to come home,” he murmured.

Glorfindel smiled faintly. “Even amidst turmoil?” he remarked.

Elladan chuckled wryly. “Aye, there seems to be a touch of bedlam in the air,” he agreed. “Who would have thought hobbits would have such a stirring effect on Imladris?” His smile faded and gave way to a slight frown. “And Estel told us of your part in their survival. You put yourself at risk once more, melethen.”-my love.

Glorfindel shrugged. “I do not fear the Nazgúl,” he said. “'Twas fortuitous that it was I who came upon them rather than any of the others who set out in search of their whereabouts. Who knows if they would have withstood the Nine otherwise?” He looked long and searchingly at Elladan in turn. “And you dared to venture into Rhûn. Do not try to persuade me that it was not perilous to spy out that hostile land.”

Elladan shook his head. “I will not attempt it,” he said. “Yet the danger to us was far less than what might have befallen you. The Easterlings have little if any dealings with Elves and even less do they expect any to walk their streets. They never realized we were in their midst. But the Nine are another matter. You faced them alone and on foot. I know Estel is a valiant war-brother but he is still a man and would have been hard-pressed to hold his ground against them and the terror they wield.”

Glorfindel sighed. “'Tis moot to debate it. We prevailed and young Frodo is safe for the moment.” He paused. “Will you and Elrohir attend tomorrow's council?”

“Aye, though we will do so unseen.” Elladan pursed his lips. “Think you the fate of the Ring will be decided then?”

“It has to be,” Glorfindel tightly said. “That thing cannot remain in Imladris too long. If Sauron learns of its presence here, you can be certain he will come to take it soonest by whatever means necessary. I would not have this realm come to the same end as Gondolin.”

Elladan moved closer and curled a soothing arm around the captain. “It shall not come to that,” he murmured. “I wager Father has already decided upon a course of action but will await everyone's opinions first if only out of due courtesy.”

Glorfindel considered this for a spell then nodded in agreement. He looked at Elladan, eyes glittering in the dim light. “I am glad you are home,” he whispered. “And hale and whole as well.” He softly laughed when the twin, on the verge of replying, suddenly lifted his hand to his lips to conceal a small yawn. “Though sorely in need of sleep it would seem,” he added with mirth.

“Forgive me but I have had precious little of it this past week,” Elladan admitted, the shroud of slumber already heavy upon him.

The captain regarded him with some sympathy. “Sleep then,” he said. “'Twill be most unseemly if you are observed slumbering the morning away while at council.”

With a snort and a small grin, Elladan turned over, molding himself into the curve of Glorfindel's body, his backside pressing against his lover's groin. His grin grew wider when he heard the captain's smothered intake of breath followed by a muffled oath. An instant later, a powerful arm enclosed him from behind, pulling him flush against a solid chest and an even more solid shaft. It was his turn to gasp and utter an imprecation when said shaft sought entrance into his body, found it and slid into him without preamble. He instinctively flinched from the sudden breaching but Glorfindel held him fast. He felt the captain's lips, warm and misleadingly soft against the skin behind his ear.

“You provoke me at your own peril, pen neth,” Glorfindel murmured.

Elladan groaned as he was thereby filled to bursting. And then he was caught between torment and bliss as he was fiercely taken anew, Glorfindel sinking deep into him with every forward plunge of his hips. Telltale bruises from the side of his throat to his shoulder marked the marauding trail of the captain's lips. Elladan reached behind him to grasp a sleekly muscled thigh. But if he had meant to still or slow the relentless incursions into his flesh, it was for naught for Glorfindel only held him closer and deepened his thrusts until he had Elladan shuddering from the onslaught. He finished his Peredhel lover off with several ardent strokes to his turgid length.

Completion came in a riot of explosive sensation and stifled sound. It was some time before the surging flood of pleasure finally ebbed, leaving them adrift in the delicious haze of satiation. Elladan finally drew a thoroughly weary if contented breath.

“Elbereth!” he moaned. “Now I am truly exhausted.”

Glorfindel chuckled against the side of his neck. “Goad me no more and you will get some rest this eve,” he counselled.

Elladan weakly snickered and nodded his acquiescence. But before he drifted into repose, he noted that Glorfindel had not seen fit to withdraw from him. And from the way the captain held him, it was clear he intended to pass the night berthed within the silken haven of his younger lover's body.

A blatant gesture of possessiveness if ever there was one.

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“I still cannot believe the Wood-elves let that wretched creature escape! I had not thought them capable of such deplorable negligence.”

Elladan glanced over his shoulder to where Elrohir stood in quiet conversation with Legolas. He looked back at a patently upset Aragorn.

“'Tis unwise to speak so unflatteringly of Thranduil's folk,” he advised his foster brother. “Unless it is your greatest wish to bring Elrohir's ire upon you.”

Aragorn stared at him in surprise. Puzzled he turned his head to observe the younger twin. Puzzlement gave way to comprehension and he looked back at Elladan with a mixture of amusement and astonishment.

“Who would have thought…?” he began to say. He huffed a scapegrace snigger and shook his head. “You are right - I had best keep silent. 'Twould be far more preferable to face a horde of Orcs than endure Elrohir's tongue-lashing!”

Their moment of hilarity was interrupted when Elrond approached them, Glorfindel and Erestor in tow.

The meeting that would in later days be known as the Council of Elrond had concluded with, as Glorfindel had hoped, a concrete decision as to the fate of the One Ring - and the Ring-bearer as well. Frodo's momentous choice to bear the Ring to Mordor and cast it into the fires where it had been forged in an earlier Age would now set many deeds and events in motion. Of paramount importance was the need to assess the lay of the land so to speak and determine which road would be safest for Frodo to take. If there was any safe path still left open in these evil times, Elladan grimly thought.

Elrond sighed and laid his hands on his sons' shoulders, his grip on Aragorn's no less loving than his hold on Elladan's. “Much as I begrudge sending you off once more into peril, our need leaves us with no choice. Glorfindel will go to Mirkwood and inform Thranduil of what has transpired and Erestor will accompany Galdor back to the Havens to speak with Círdan and seek his counsel if any. Others will follow the Greenway as far as they can. Gandalf is not inclined to take so obvious a road but better to know what options will lie open to you on this Quest than be forced to abide one path even when it has become untenable.” He looked at Aragorn with no small amount of pride in his foster son. “What road will you take, Estel?”

“East over Caradhras,” the man promptly answered. “If I know Gandalf at all, 'tis the way he will favor and I have utmost trust in him.” He glanced at Elladan. “And mayhap my brothers can bring tidings of the Council to Lórien. I warrant the Lord and Lady will have much to say and all to good purpose.”

Not so much as a mote of dismay crossed Elladan's features. But for the swift glance he cast Glorfindel's way, there was no evidence that he was reluctant in the least to undertake a journey to the Golden Wood. But the captain did not betray any displeasure either in demeanor or expression. Elladan dutifully acceded to Aragorn's proposition.

“We can ride together until we reach the Silverlode,” he suggested.

“A sound idea,” Aragorn replied.

“Then let us inform Elrohir of our charge, Estel,” Elladan said. “The sooner we depart, the sooner we shall all return, Eru willing.”

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Glossary:

Narquelië - Quenya for October

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