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The Early Years: For the Sake of Friendship	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Initiation~

Imladris 630 III

�Do the gwanûn know �tis you who will be joining them after the feasting, cousin?� Gildor asked quietly, golden braids swinging as he leaned forward, his lyrical voice carrying no further than his companion�s ear.
�Aye, they do,� Glorfindel sighed. �But only since the nooning. Elrond did not wish to tell them too early, lest�� Ending abruptly, the Balrog-slayer turned to face his kinsman, sapphire-blue eyes narrowed ominously. �How did you know? �Tis not meant to be general knowledge.�
�Peace, mellonen,� the wanderer soothed, toying with the remains of his meal. ��Twas not hard to deduce, from my vantage point.� Pausing to take a sip of his dessert wine, Gildor offered his reasoning, answering the wry arch of a golden eyebrow.
��Tis not me, that I know, though many speculate that I am the chosen one. Elrond is their adar, Celeborn their iauradar. Haldir is rather young, and quite arrogant- �twould be a bad choice, and the Lord of Imladris does not make bad choices. Thranduil is not here.�
Raising a hand as the bemused seneschal opened his mouth to object, the now grinning gypsy-elf continued, �That leaves only three elves of suitable merit and station- Lindir, Erestor, and yourself.� His grin becoming a wolfish smirk, he added, �I happen to be privy to Lindir�s plans for the evening, and they do not include the young princes. Erestor would face an army of Balrogs ere he would agree to lie with the gwanûn, and Elrond well knows it. And that, my dear cousin,� Gildor finished triumphantly, �leaves you.�
��Tis an honor I would rather let pass,� Glorfindel retorted under his breath as he rose from the table to follow the gathered crowd to the Hall of Fire. �If you are agreeable, I would gladly talk with Elrond.�
Grasping the seneschal�s arm lightly, his kinsman drew him toward a window seat slightly removed from the festivities. �You would do that to the gwanûn, meldir?� the gypsy-elf asked seriously, his deep blue eyes questioning. In answer to Glorfindel�s confused frown, he elaborated, �They are expecting you, not me, cousin. I wager they would be hurt deeply by your refusal. �Twould be as though you had found them wanting in some way.�
�Nay, I do not find the gwanûn wanting,� the Balrog-slayer sighed, twisting his own golden mane restlessly. �I find myself disconcerted at the thought of bedding them. They are nearly as my own, Gildor.�
�But they are not your own,� the wanderer returned firmly. �And for tonight, you must try to look at them with the eyes of a bed-mate, not an uncle, though your mind protests. They are elflings no longer, Glorfindel, and they are very fair, indeed. Look at them.�
�Gildor is right, melethen,� Erestor agreed, appearing quietly from the shadows. �You cannot fail Elrond, or the gwanûn.� Pressing a reassuring kiss to his lover�s mouth, the chief advisor settled into the seat.
Prompted by his determined companions, Glorfindel turned his attention to the great fireplace, where the twins held court, graciously bearing the good-natured heckling of the crowd. Forcing back memories of piggyback rides and bedtime stories, the ancient elf looked intently at the sons of his liege-lord.
The brethren stood side by side before the fire, the flickering light warming their marble pale skin. Midnight dark hair, glossy as a raven�s wing, hung to the middle of their backs, the silken strands glinting with red highlights in the fire�s glow. The warrior�s braids they had so recently earned flashed with familiar beads- deep blue lapis lazuli for Elladan, icy mithril for Elrohir.
Dressed in varying shades of blue and grey, the twins were a stunning sight, their mortal blood lending an attractive broadness to their shoulders, though they had not yet attained the full size and strength that time and training would grant.
Running his eyes over them appraisingly, as he had once measured possible tryst-mates, Glorfindel found his attention captured by long muscular legs, encased in snug leather. �You are right, Gildor,� the seneschal said thoughtfully. �They are very fair indeed.�
�Do not get carried away, melethron,� Erestor interjected wryly. �I would have you appreciate them, no more.�
A smile twitching on his lips, the Balrog-slayer turned to his lover, drawing him into a heated kiss. With complete disregard for Gildor�s presence and Erestor�s blushing protests, Glorfindel then nipped and suckled an exuberant red-purple bruise on the translucent skin of the counselor�s neck. �How could I do more than appreciate their beauty, pen vain?� he purred, nuzzling a flushed ear. �You are my only infatuation.�
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�What sort of �preparations� do you suppose Erestor has made, �Dan?� Elrohir said curiously as the twins approached their chambers, having left the Hall as early as diplomacy allowed.
Elladan shook his head helplessly. �I do not know, tôren,� he replied somewhat anxiously. �As long as there are no swags and ribbons, I will be well pleased.�
�Erestor would not do such a thing to us, surely,� the elf-knight chuckled half-heartedly. �Rose petals, mayhap, but��
�Do not say such a thing, �Roh, even in jest,� the elder twin admonished. �Can you imagine you and me- not to mention Glorfindel- rolling around in a pile of flowers?� Shuddering, he added, ��Tis grounds for a nightmare.�
Lacing his fingers with Elrohir�s, Elladan paused in front of the door to their chambers. �Shall we face the preparations?� he asked jokingly, one hand on the latch.
The elf-knight nodded wordlessly, and the door swung open on command. Sighing with relief, then pleasure, the twins looked upon Erestor�s handiwork. A fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, giving off a rich, spicy scent of fragrant evergreens. On the table a large tray waited, laden with cheese, fruit, and a lifelong favorite of the twins- dark ginger cookies. A bottle of miruvor and three glasses stood near the platter.
�Look, �Dan,� Elrohir said, nodding toward the chair pulled up in front of the fire. �Is that a form of instruction, do you think?�
Following his brother�s gaze to the fire, the elder twin saw that sleep pants and robes had been laid out to warm. �I daresay it is,� Elladan answered slowly. �Or at least a thoughtful suggestion.�
�Shall we, then?� the elf-knight asked, offering one set of the silky black garments to his twin as both headed for the bedchamber.
Further surprises awaited them in the sleeping room. Here, too, a fire crackled in the hearth.

The bed had been made fresh with deep blue linens, the top coverlet turned back invitingly. Candles of all shapes and sizes were in place around the room, waiting only to be lit. But the items that gave the most pause sat beside the bed. A small bottle of oil, and a jar of soothing salve.
Identical silver-grey glances met and held wordlessly, before the twins turned back to the fire, and the task of removing beads and braids. �Mayhap we should leave one side in, tôren,� Elrohir said suddenly. ��Twill make it easier to tell us apart.�
�Does it matter, do you think?� Elladan mused, one elegant eyebrow arched questioningly.
�It may matter to Glorfindel,� the elf-knight pointed out with a grin. �Leave in the right, and I shall leave in the left.�
Undressing quickly, they slipped into the night pants, the heated fabric gliding comfortingly over their skin. ��Twas thoughtful of Erestor to have the chambermaid warm them,� the elder twin commented, tying the robe loosely at his waist.
�It was,� Elrohir agreed, belting his own robe carelessly. Turning a curious gaze on his brother, the elf-knight queried, �Do you think he minds, �Dan? Erestor, I mean?�
�I think he is profoundly grateful that Ada did not ask him,� Elladan chuckled. �I do not think he minds, but he will no doubt be glad to have this night over.�
�As will I,� the younger twin said with a deep sigh. �Come on,� he urged, pulling his brother toward the chamber door. �We will have some miruvor, and wait by the fire.�
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Glasses had been emptied, refilled and emptied again, leaving the twins pleasantly relaxed as they curled together in their oversized chair. �I feel remarkably better,� Elrohir said with a smile. �Do you, �Dan?�
�I do,� the elder twin agreed, wrapping his arms more tightly around his brother. ��Tis a marvelous thing, miruvor.�
Resting his chin on the elf-knight�s head, Elladan stared quietly into the flames, warmed by both the fire�s heat and the fierce glow of the cordial. Idly stroking the silken fabric beneath his hand, he was jerked back to full awareness by his brother�s sharp intake of breath, finding Elrohir�s robe parted, and his own fingers drawing slow circles on his twin�s hard stomach.
Stilling the hypnotic movement, the elder twin looked down into darkening grey eyes and opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by a firm hand upon his lips.

Hush, tôren. And do not stop.

Elrohir shifted in the embrace, his fingers slipping from Elladan�s mouth to tangle in the silken ebony strands that fell forward between them. Tugging gently, he pulled his brother�s head down until their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and nearly chaste in its tenderness, yet breathtaking in its intimacy.
As they parted, the elf-knight was aware of little but the fierce pounding in his own chest, echoed by the rapid thudding of Elladan�s heart. Drawing a shuddery breath, he raised his eyes to meet a molten silver gaze, darkened by pleasure-widened pupils and glowing with unmistakable emotion. As if in confirmation, a single word swirled through his mind.

More.

The elder twin slid his hand to the nape of Elrohir�s neck, idly stroking the soft skin as their mouths met again, light nibbling kisses quickly giving way to languidly stroking tongues as lips and teeth parted willingly. Both gasped as a searing heat raced through their bodies, leaving them tingling with desire in its wake.
Elladan felt as though his blood was on fire, his hands moving of their own volition to stroke and explore his brother�s hot skin. His mind reeled, a hopeless jumble of seething lust and stark fear, as the pull of the bond strengthened until only one coherent thought remained: Inside. I need to be inside. The words echoed tantalizingly in his own head, and the elder twin felt as though his heart might fail when a reply crawled seductively through his mind.

Yes, tôren. Yes�

Suddenly the chamber rang with a noise like thunder, driving away- at least temporarily- all ideas of caresses and joinings. Jumping up in alarm, the princes looked toward the source of the sound in consternation that quickly gave way to amused annoyance.
On the balcony lay one of Mithrandir�s famous fireballs, gaily sending out a shower of silver and blue stars. The skies above Imladris were alight with blossoms of many colors, their sweet smell noticeable even indoors. Stars Varda had never intended burst into blue and silver light, and a herd of ghostly horses galloped wildly across the night sky.
One eyebrow arched ruefully, Elrohir turned to his twin. �Do you suppose �twas a coincidence? Or a reminder from the fool wizard that we have company coming?�
Elladan shrugged, a grin beginning to spread over his face. �Whichever, I suppose we owe him at least a word. Glorfindel could have found himself unnecessary.�
�Which would not have pleased Ada, I daresay,� the elf-knight chuckled, heading for the balcony.
Leaning over the railing, the twins easily spotted the wizard, eye-catching as ever in his grey hat and robes. �Good evening, Mithrandir,� Elladan called cheerfully.
�And a good evening to you, ernilen,� the wizard returned, a twinkle in his eye. �Have you enjoyed the fireworks?�
�We have, indeed,� Elrohir replied, �Though the fireball on the balcony was a bit surprising.�
�Merely a sure method of drawing your attention, my friends,� Mithrandir chuckled. Raising one bushy eyebrow wryly, he added, �I feared you might be heavily engaged in other pursuits. This fool wizard knows a bit of the world, and much that is in it. Including elven twins.�
Abashed, the twins glanced at one another, cheeks burning, before smiling weakly at their friend.
��Tis as it should be, younglings,� the wizard said with a smile. �And now, �twould be an old man�s bed time, as well as near time for your guest to arrive.� Looking at each of the twins in turn, he bowed slightly, lifting a hand in farewell as he turned from the balcony. �May your night be all you wish.�
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With Mithrandir�s departure, the twins returned to their chair near the fire, hesitating only a moment before snuggling together comfortably. Aware that the pull had once again receded, they shared an odd sense of relief-tinged regret. Elrohir toyed with his brother�s braid and sighed, smiling as he felt Elladan�s arms tighten instinctively around him.

I am well, �Dan. Melin chen.
Melin chen, tôren.

A soft knock sounded, and two pairs of wide grey eyes met briefly before the elf-knight reluctantly disentangled himself and padded across the room. Pulling the door open resolutely, he found himself staring warily at Elrond�s seneschal.
Glorfindel smiled slightly, his own unease surprisingly lessened by the obvious apprehension in the younger elf�s eyes. When Elrohir failed to move from the doorway, the Balrog-slayer�s smile widened. �Might I come in, pen neth?� he asked gently, a hint of mirth in the kind sapphire gaze.
��Twould make things simpler, I believe.�
�Of course,� the younger twin replied quickly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks charmingly as he stepped away from the door. Elladan came to stand beside his brother, their hands clasping in an instinctive reach for reassurance as they gazed guardedly at the ancient elf.
Glorfindel had also removed his formal garb, but the comfortable robe and sleep pants he had donned did nothing to diminish his imposing presence. His waist length golden hair hung free of braids, glowing like sunlight against the deep blue of his clothing.
Closing the door firmly, the seneschal hesitated only briefly before sliding across the bolt. They would have no unexpected visitors. Turning to the unusually silent twins, he drew a deep breath. �I believe some miruvor may be in order,� Glorfindel suggested. Catching sight of the used glasses, he amended, �Some more miruvor, that is.�
�I will pour,� Elladan said quickly, relieved to have some specific task to accomplish. �Get our glasses, �Roh.�
Walking to the fire, the Balrog-slayer settled himself in the center of the enormous chair, his mind pulled unwillingly to memories of rainy afternoons spent snuggled there, reading and wrestling with two dark-haired elflings.
Glorfindel was stirred from his musings by a soft touch on his shoulder. Smiling his thanks, he accepted the proffered glass of miruvor and took a drink as he watched the twins settle gingerly at the edge of the seat, seemingly prepared to flee at any moment.
Suddenly noticing the single beaded braid left in each length of ebony hair, the seneschal found himself oddly touched by the thoughtfulness of the gesture. ��Tis for my benefit, I presume?� he asked with a smile, fingering Elrohir�s mithril sparked plait.
�Aye,� the elf-knight answered, returning the grin. �We thought you might have need to tell us apart easily.�
Tossing back the rest of his drink, Glorfindel glanced at his companions. �Finish your miruvor,� he ordered quietly, setting the empty glasses aside when they complied. Lifting his arms in invitation, the Balrog-slayer said, �Come here, hmm?�
The twins hesitated only a moment before moving to snuggle against their mentor, just as they had been doing for much of their lives. Wrapping an arm around each, Glorfindel buried his face first in Elladan�s hair, then in Elrohir�s silken locks. �We must talk,� he began gently, toying with both beaded braids. �Do you wish to stay together, pin nith? All the time?�
�Aye, we do,� both responded at once, earning a chuckle from the golden figure between them, despite the gravity of the question. �I would have you think well on the matter,� the Balrog-slayer said seriously. �You may find it uncomfortable to watch, or to be watched.�
�We would find it more uncomfortable to be apart,� Elladan declared firmly, shivering slightly as the fingers that had been twisting his braid moved to stroke his ear.
Elrohir hissed in surprise as a warm mouth covered the tip of his ear, a teasing tongue tracing the ridges before the swirling wetness vanished, only to be replaced by caressing fingers. A gasp followed, and he surmised that the tongue�s attention had been diverted to his twin.
Glorfindel forced back a smile at the surprised gasp, stroking Elladan�s hair soothingly. They were so very young. Watching the prince calm under his touch and murmured reassurance, the ancient elf was struck with a flash of insight. �They have no need for pretense with me,� he mused thoughtfully, �no reason to hide their anxiety, nor curb their curiosity. �Tis the reason for Elrond�s orch-headed insistence that I be their bed-teacher, rather than Gildor, or Thranduil, or Haldir��

As though reading the seneschal�s thoughts, Elladan raised his head to meet the sapphire gaze, a soft flush staining his cheeks. �We are glad that you are here, Glorfindel,� he said quietly.
�That you are glad eases my mind, pen neth,� the Balrog-slayer answered, tightening his hold on the twins. �I would not lose our relationship to these rites.�
�But you are not glad,� Elrohir returned solemnly, watching the golden elf�s face carefully.
"I am not glad, nay," Glorfindel admitted slowly. "Though my reluctance has naught to do with your form, ernilen. You are very fair indeed, and most ellyn would give much to be in my place. But you are nearly as my own, pin nith, and I would not choose to alter what we share in this way. I do not wish to lose you. " Pressing a kiss to each pale forehead, he repeated, "I am not glad. But I am willing."
Elrohir grinned suddenly, mischief sparkling in his silver-grey eyes.

Mayhap we could make him glad, �Dan, hmm?
Make him glad, �Roh? How would you�

The elf-knight broke in with a vivid picture of his proposal, causing a smirking grin to curl the corners of Elladan�s mouth.

You are wicked, tôren.
�Tis one benefit to be had from bedding gwanûn, surely.

Well aware of the private conversation being held around him, Glorfindel leaned back into the over-stuffed chair, allowing his mind to wander aimlessly. Aimlessly, and so far that he was taken completely by surprise when both of his ears were engulfed by wet velvet, the dual sensation sending a searing stab of heat straight to his groin.
Struggling to regain control, the Balrog-slayer found his head held firmly in place by two strong hands and his legs held tight to the chair by silk-clad knees. Just as he feared he must give voice to his pleasure or burst, his ears were released with a final teasing lick, and he found himself staring into two pairs of sparkling grey eyes.
�Are you glad now, híren?� Elrohir asked, laughter bubbling in his voice, though his face remained determinedly sober.
�Or shall we continue?� Elladan added, trying with little success to force back a grin.
Losing the fight against his own mirthful amazement, Glorfindel felt a slow smile begin to spread across his face. �Mayhap you are not so young as I thought,� he conceded with a chuckle. �I may be glad, after all, ere the night is over.� Standing fluidly, the ancient elf extended a hand to each twin. �Come along, mellynen.�
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Elvish Translations:

gwanûn - twins

mellonen - my friend

adar, ada - father, dad

iauradar - grandfather

meldir - friend (male)

melethen - my love

melethron - lover (male)

pen vain - beautiful one

tôren - my brother

Melin chen - I love you

pen neth - young one

mellynen - my friends

pin nith - young ones

ernilen - my prince(s)

ellyn - male elves

ellon - male elf

híren - my lord
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