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Title: Avaquetiel Taboo

Author: Kwannom

Rating: NC-17

Genre: PWP / Romance / Drama / Erotica

Betas: Trek Queen

WARNING: Threesome / Anal / Oral / Voy / Fist
/ Bi

Disclaimer: I own no one from The Lord Of The
Rings. All the characters and place names displayed belong to JRR Tolkien. I do not intend to, nor am I making any financial
gain from the writing of this story. However, the original characters are mine,
and don't you dare put your claws into them:D

Summary: Elladan and the elleth Elwen are
lovers, but their happiness ends when they find out that Elrohir is dying. What
could be the cause for this? He loves the same elleth
as his brother. Incapable of letting Elrohir fade, Elladan decides to convince
his brother to take part in an act that is going to change their lives forever.
AUTHOR�S
NOTE
Hey guys and gals!

I forgot to mention that this is the slash version of
the Portuguese het fic TABU that was posted as one piece at the
Brazilian on-line group called Tolkien Group. I�ve
split it in three chapters when I�ve translated it to English, because I
thought it was too long. However, I don�t know if this was the best course of
action, since now the first chapter is full of Elwen�s
POV and people might think that it will be this way until the end of the fic, when it won�t.

Anyway, thanks for the great feedback!

Especial thanks to:

Phairesse: Hello there! I
made the twins share a soul, because that was the only acceptable explanation
for them to love the same she-elf and not be condemned by the Valar lol

Inara: I�m glad you
liked this, I won�t stop writing, I promise!

Trekqueen: Yo! Thank you so much for all the support and advice regarding
my works. Don�t worry, your reward, The Fall, is coming bwahahahaha

Ertia: Hello! I�m sorry
to have left you down with this first chapter, since this is an introduction to
their problem and Elwen appears more than the Twins (I don�t even like my
original character very much, she is just a character that appeared in one of Tolkien Group�s games), but as I have already explained in
the author�s note, this won�t happen in the other chapters. Of course she will
appear, but the action will become more and more centered in Elladan�s and Elrohir�s POVs. Mostly Elrohir�s.
Unfortunately, there won�t be many dialogues; I adopted the more descriptive
narrative. I hope I don�t make you give up reading my fic
after saying this! Feel free to come back with more good criticism, they are
always helpful.

Lore aka kwannom

In love with Derfel Cadarn, Saxon Captain of the army of Arthur ap Uther;

Infatuated with Hephaestion, Macedonian General and
lover of Alexander the Great;

Protector of Wilrog and

Haldir�s worst nightmare.

E&E&E&E&E
�I want an unending kiss, That lasts for an entire life and placates my desire! Boil
my blood. Calm myself down with your kiss, kiss me like that! The ear closes
itself to the rumor of The world, and kiss me
sweetheart! Live only for me, only for my life, Only
for my love!�
- Olavo Bilac (Brazilian
poet)
E&E&E&E&E

CHAPTER 02

The Party in Honor of the Coming of Spring was about to begin.
By the end of the afternoon, Elwen, as was the custom in those
festivities, was parted from all ellyn and, consequently, from Elladan; she
would meet him only in the clearing, amidst whatever awaited for her there.
Elwen got prepared in a haste, her nervous hands
almost not being able to fasten the clasp of the little bracelet that she wore
around her ankle and that had been a present from Elladan in honor of that
special night. When she finally put the adornment on, Elwen went down the halls
toward the clearing in the forest alongside with the other ellith, feeling her
heart pump in her ears.
Barefooted, a tiara made of light blue
flowers rested gently over her black hair, matching perfectly with the fine
dress of turquoise silk that moved with the slightest of the breezes, molding
itself to her body in an almost indecent manner. Elwen had been reluctant to
wear that dress, but she succumbed to the idea in the end. There was nothing
better than a wardrobe like that to represent lust, one of the feelings that
were consuming her that night.
Oh, and how she felt�
The anxiety and the fear of what awaited for
her made her body tremble while her feet walked through the cold stony ground
of the palace toward the gigantic gates that led to the forest outside. Elwen
walked as if she were a feather, silently, languid. So, when she got to her
destination, it wasn�t the noise coming from her feet that entered her ears,
but the sound of laugher and joyful conversation.
Her heart raced in her chest.
That was the point of no return.
She hesitated, Elwen didn�t want to dive into
the night�s delirium just yet, she needed only one more moment, to calm down
her heart, to give this situation one last thought� But there was no time for
any of that. One of the ellith that accompanied her pulled her by the hand and
when Elwen realized, her feet already stepped onto the warm and soft ground of
the forest while they ran like two deer with their long dresses dancing around
their long legs.
Then Elwen felt a strange
warmth spreading over her, starting from her feet until it had ingrained itself
all over her body when she finally entered the Clearing of the Circle of Life.
The vital force of the forest pulsed in her veins and that sensation was so
strong that she almost tripped over and fell. Trees, flowers and animals were
like one being, one entity in that magical night. Elwen couldn�t fight against
that power that made her whole body tingle, it was
stronger than her, so she let herself be engulfed by the energy of the circle
of life where the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen
shone like precious stones under the reddish light of the bonfires.
They were Elves. They were part of the forest
created by the Valar to embellish Arda.
They were part of that strange world that still flourished despite all the
adversities.
They were part of the Great Song that created
Middle Earth. They were life and renewal, sorrow and joy, pain and happiness,
hate and love, like all Eru�s complex inventions.
And that is why they celebrated!
Ellyn, ellith, noble and commoners, all of
them laughed, drank, feasted and played jokes together, with no distinction of
classes, something new and exciting to Elwen, so used to the rigors of Imladris.
In the middle of the clearing was a figure
that exuded power and grandiosity - King Thranduil. Seated on a throne made of
trunks and displaying a crown made of leaves, his eyes of the color of a rainy
day glowed red with the fire of the bonfires, as if
his soul were capable of setting itself on fire! The powerful monarch seemed to
be like an extension of the forest itself, with his rustic crown and his bare
feet. By his side, a young elleth, Queen Urthala, smiled and joked, exuding such passion that it
could devour the owner of the fire eyes and turn him into ashes.
Elwen and the elleth
who had guided her to the forest clearing finally stopped, recovering from the
run. Elwen�s mind was spinning, as if the force of
nature present in that circle was a very strong ale
that sharpened her senses. She was panting and her eyes searched the huge
clearing, wanting to find the one whose absence made her heart burn.
Where would Elladan be? A goblet of wine was
offered to her, and Elwen drank with gusto while she watched the great number
of Elves joined in the woods. The golden hair of the Sindar
Elves, inhabitants of Eryn Lasgalen,
mingled with the silvery-golden tresses of the Silvan
ones, dwellers of Lothl�rien and with the black Noldorin locks of the very few Elves who came from Imladris.
However, long, wavy and dark brown tresses �
not blond, not black � so different and surreal and almost human, stood out in
the crowd. Carved in that perfect face, a pair of deep green eyes seemed to
mirror the forest around them. And those pools made of desire� and another
deeper feeling, were absolutely fixed on her.
Elladan, thought Elwen while she felt her knees go week at the act of admiring
her lover. Beautiful beyond comparison, he had left his hair unbound and wild
as if it were an extension of his personality. His naked chest, covered by a
thin layer of sweat, glowed golden under the light of the fires. His legs, long
and defined, were hidden by a lose pair of pants. On the other hand, his feet,
free of restrains and bare like hers, had just started the walk toward where
she was and Elwen�s breath got caught in her throat. My
lover�
From that moment on, she couldn�t hear
anything anymore; all her attention was fixed on the man who advanced like a
predator in her direction. Not even the words spoken by the King Thranduil, who
had initiated the ceremony in honor of the coming of Spring,
were able to deviate her attention from the creature that got closer and closer
to her.
He was so beautiful.
He was so bold.
He was so� different?
Elwen blinked, suddenly frightened. There was
something different in that walk, in that look, in the manner with which the
arrogant chin rose slightly, like a deer ready to run through the forest. That
huge scar on the left shoulder, that scar shouldn�t be there, neither should
the one near the navel, unless that� Elwen�s breath quickened when the man got close enough for
her to notice that even his scent was different.
He smelled of cedar.
What?!
That was not Elladan, but Elrohir!
By the Valar, what am I
doing?
Elrohir thought, the wine he had drunk moments before clouding his mind and
giving him courage to do the unthinkable. Elwen looked so beautiful� He could
see the shadow of her nipples under the magnificent dress that she wore and he
desired to touch them, to touch her whole body and make her his forever! At
some point, while he walked toward that Elvish
goddess, the music irrupted in the night, primitive sounds of drums mingled
with the elegant trill of the flutes and other cord instruments and with the
frilling of his own arrhythmic heart.
Elrohir stopped in front of Elwen, the cowardice and the fear almost
making him get out of there, flee to the forest, return to Imladris
and die alone near a beautiful waterfall.
But he did not run, or recoiled, or averted his eyes. Elrohir only stood
there, watching the look of astonishment take form in the beautiful face in
front of him. In order not to face him, Elwen�s eyes
looked away rapidly and he saw her blush when the sweet elleth
noticed for the first time the couples that had formed around them and now danced
in such a way that gave no way to doubt as of their intentions in that night
among the bonfires. With a shaking sigh, Elrohir touched her chin and gently
forced her to look at him in the eye.
The doubts had assailed him so much in the last months! He wanted to
come to Eryn Lasgalen, but
at the same time he would prefer that the dullness of indifference took over
his soul and made him stop suffering� It hurt, like a knife slicing through his
heart, to watch Elladan and Elwen together. She, the only elleth whom he had ever loved in his life. But now,
there she was, at his will. And with the permission of his
brother.
Had they all gone insane? Would they be punished by the Valar? But the desire and the love he felt for Elwen were
bigger than reason and it was with a trembling hand that Elrohir placed a lock
of black hair behind her pointy ear, while a new song filled the clearing with
a mystical and sensual atmosphere.
�Dance with me,� he asked, his voice hoarse, but steady. He had decided.
He would swallow his fears and he wouldn�t run away. No, he would dive into
that ocean made of wild waters that were Elwen�s
eyes.
He had decided.
By Elbereth, he is here, there is no
going back now. Elwen�s lips parted at Elrohir�s question and he waited patiently for her reply.
After a moment of hesitation, she took the hand that he had held out to her and
felt his strong fingers against her delicate ones.
�You really came,�
she finally managed to say with a smile.
Elrohir�s pale green eyes glowed as if they had a life of their own and he
enveloped the narrow waist with his arm, breathing deeply to calm his raging
heart. Approaching his lips to Elwen�s delicate
pointy ear, he wanted to say something, but didn�t know what. His warm breath
made the elleth tremble and, one moment later, he
pulled her with him and dove into the crowd of couples that danced around the
fires, letting himself be surrounded by the proximity
of the body of that Goddess-She-Elf and for her sweet perfume.
The melody created by the group of Elvish
musicians was like a potent drink that intoxicated the senses and transformed
modesty into flamboyance, timidity into boldness, love into passion. Elwen felt
the earth under her feet, the hard masculine chest against her soft breasts and
strong and firm hands on her hips that, firmly pressed against Elrohir�s, swayed at the rhythm of the drums, in a movement
almost erotic� Entirely
erotic.
That was a grazing of bodies and breaths, a talk made of looks, a
seduction made of silence.
This can only be
a dream, Elrohir thought while his eyes
couldn�t detach themselves from the grayish storm that were
Elwen�s eyes. He let his hands roam playfully over
her hips, caress her delicate waist, his fingers dangerously brushing the
underside of Elwen�s breasts and making her inhale
deeply.
Elbereth,
give me strength... Elwen
prayed to the Vanyar when she felt a rush of warmth
spread between her legs. She felt Elrohir�s hands,
large and slightly calloused between the thumb and the index finger � the
trademark of an archer � slide slowly over her arms, pulling them up and over
their heads. The strong fingers entwined with hers, their pelvis touching
furtively enough for Elwen to feel the hardness beneath his loins brush against
her body.
In a fluid and elegant move, Elrohir made Elwen spin
and stop with her back to him, the delicious curves of her bottom firmly
pressed against the hard bulge between his legs, without ever stopping swaying
in the rhythm of the music. Elwen gasped and closed her eyes at that feeling.
Around them, couples kissed each other and danced in a way as erotic as theirs,
and all of that excited Elwen.
Where would Elladan be, since he still had not
searched for her? She tried to see him among the couples, fearful of finding
him dancing with another, but Elwen scolded herself when that thought so full
of jealousy crossed her mind. Elladan would never cheat on her. But and what
about what she was doing? Wasn�t it cheating?
No... it was something else. A taboo that she, Elrohir and Elladan, childhood friends, adult
lovers, were willing to break.
And that feeling of doing something forbidden excited
her even more.
Her cheeks were flushed, her heart was beating fast
and she was panting. If she sweated like Elrohir, she was sure that her dress
would have been glued against her skin by now, revealing more than it should.
Elwen let a sigh made of repressed excitement escape
her lips when Elrohir pulled their arms down, positioning them in front of her
body and around her waist, his arms still covering hers. Elrohir�s
chin rested on her shoulder and the hot breath of the warrior tickled the point
of her ear moments before it was swallowed by full and sensual lips.
Elrohir�s body trembled at the sound of the moan that came from
Elwen�s mouth after his action. Sweet, sweet Elwen� His arms tightened their hold around her when
he noticed her knees go week. Elwen had closed her eyes and he admired that
divine vision while he got closer and whispered in her ear.
�Do you remember the music I sang to you in my
father�s halls?� he asked and Elwen only nodded in affirmative, incapable of
utter a single word. Then Elrohir breathed deeply and started to sing softly
only for her to hear.
�The most beautiful dreams I have dreamt. Of
one thousand conjectures a castle I raised.�
He turned her so he could face the grayish eyes that
belonged to the elleth in his arms.
�And in your
eyes, dizzy with emotion, with greediness one thousand pleasures I predicted.�
One strong hand gently cupped a female breast. Elwen
moaned.
�Your body is
light, is seduction. Divine poem full of splendor. Your
smile holds captive, inebriates, makes one�s head spin.�
One finger caressed Elwen�s flushed and delicate face.
�Thee is
fascination� Thee is love.�
Lips pressed against hers, a tongue surging
arrogantly, penetrating, dueling with her own. Elrohir
brought her closer in his embrace and Elwen could feel the warrior�s heart
thundering madly inside his strong chest. Wet, long, invasive� That kiss was so
different from Elladan�s kisses, always so tender, so gentle� Who could have
guessed that the quieter twin would be the most passionate one? But Elwen
didn�t care� She wanted Elladan�s kindness and Elrohir�s greediness.
Valar, I want her now� Elrohir�s body was tense and he was
aroused to the point that he started to feel uncomfortable. Elwen�s hands
caressed his spine, then the moon shaped scar on the left side of his navel and
stopped for a light squeeze on his bottom while she pressed her pelvis against
his. With a groan, Elrohir parted his lips from hers, taking deep gulps of hair
until he could regain some control over himself. Then, he looked at her, looked
at her in the eye and, finally, the realization that Elwen was really there, in
his arms, after so much suffering, hit him. His eyes shimmered and one single tear
rolled lonely over his cheek.
Elwen furrowed her brow. Do not cry, my handsome warrior, she pleaded while she gently
cleaned the tear from Elrohir�s face. The half-Elf took her hand in his, softly
kissed her palm and smiled, waiting anxiously until she faced him and also
smiled, making a warmth spread through his heart.
Elrohir�s chest swelled with happiness at the sight of
her smile. He couldn�t suffocate his feelings for Elwen anymore,
he would fade if he hid them for one more single moment! Elrohir rested his
forehead against hers, his heart thundering inside his chest.
�I love you,� he murmured before he kissed her again.
Despite her surprise to hear those words coming from
another man that was not Elladan, Elwen let herself be involved in that deep and
erotic kiss. She loved Elrohir as much as she loved Elladan, but still she
didn�t have the courage to utter those three words out loud to him herself. So,
she met the warrior�s kiss with equal fervor, saying with gestures what she
couldn�t say with words. The eldest twin�s lips were insistent and his scent
left her deliciously dizzy�
Even completely taken by the sensations that the
warrior�s tongue awakened in her body, Elwen couldn�t help to notice someone
approaching behind her back. She tried to part from the kiss, but Elrohir
gently kept his lips upon hers. When she last expected, Elwen felt another�s
hand, a hand that didn�t belong to Elrohir, caressing her back and pulling her
hair away from her nape while other lips kissed her neck making a trail with
the tip of the tongue to the top of her ear.
Then a familiar scent invaded her nostrils �
smell of pine � moments before a deep and well known voice came to her ears.
�Did you miss me, my love?�
Finally, Elrohir abandoned Elwen�s lips and
she could turn to face the new comer. Elladan, a faithful duplicate of Elrohir,
his deep green eyes darkened with desire, was standing behind her, his strong
arms surrounding her waist, his large pants � that did not hide his hard and
masculine arousal � against her skin. Around his large neck, where a vein
pulsed quickly, rested a delicate necklace made of gold; Elwen�s gift. For a
brief moment, Elwen saw the brothers look at each other, pale green eyes
meeting deep green ones, and she swallowed hard. She was scared. What would
happen now?
It didn�t take long for her to know.
Before she could even start to believe that
Elladan was really there with her and Elrohir, the youngest twin cocked his
head and kissed her on the lips. Sweet, gentle and sensual like all the times
they had made love.
Manw�, she is so beautiful, Elladan thought while he felt Elwen�s lips slide over his and her
tongue explore the warm cave of his mouth. While his hands roamed over the
curves of the elleth�s body, Elladan remembered the reason for his delay in
attending to the party. Moments before he had left his rooms in the castle
toward the clearing, while he walked through the long halls made of stone of
Eryn Lasgalen, Elrohir had appeared in front of him out of nowhere looking
apprehensive, tired, but decided. When they faced each other, both froze,
quiet, their muscles tense and ready for a fight that maybe could happen.
However, there were no fights over Elrohir�s
delay, or arguments about what would happen that night. No. Elladan only
enveloped his brother in a tight embrace, until both of them had calmed down.
It was then, with a lighter heart, that Elrohir had made his request: he wanted
to meet Elwen alone first. It would be that way, or he wouldn�t be able to set
that crazy plan into motion!
So, when Elwen entered the circle of bonfires
appearing like a Maia, Elladan had had to control himself in order not to go to
her, her who looked so beautiful, delectable and seductive. She had even worn
the simple bracelet he had given her around her ankle! That had made his chest
swell with pride and made the task of keeping his distance even more difficult.
How many goblets of wine he had drunk,
Elladan did not know. Hidden by the shadows of the trees that bordered the
Circle of Life, he let the liquid dull his senses a little. Between one draught
and another, he had watched Elrohir approach Elwen, feeling his insides turn
when the couple started to dance in such an intimate, seductive way. At first,
he thought that that feeling was jealousy, but no.
It was desire� and love!
Brotherly love for Elrohir and a lover�s love for Elwen.
Time went by and Elladan became more and more
skittish, wanting to join them. Why did Elrohir continue to hesitate so much?
Elladan only needed that Elrohir gave her a simple kiss, the sign that would
seal their and Elwen�s destiny in that insane night and that would permit him
to take his rightful place: with the couple that danced sensually. And for eternity. After endless minutes, the moment finally
came and now he was there, kissing the lips of his Elwen, while Elrohir traced
her collarbone with his lips.
And the three bodies, that had been immobile
for a moment, began to sway together again.
When a rough hand finished its slide over a
feminine breast, another took its place. Delicate fingers buried themselves in
thick male hair and traced battle scars. Strong fingers anxiously pulled the
hem of a skirt trying to touch the soft skin that covered the feminine form. Words
were whispered. Murmurs of love. The sway of their
hips provoked a brush of sexes, a promise of forbidden pleasure, of
taboo-pleasure, taking the trio to a point of near-ecstasy.
Elladan opened his eyes for a moment and
noticed that some of the couples that were dancing around them had stopped to
watch them. The Elves pointed at them, with looks of surprise upon their faces,
because that arrangement among Elwen, Elrohir and himself was a taboo even for
the savage behavior of the Sindar Elves. Elladan sighed.
�It is time for us to go, my sweet Elwen.�
Elrohir, understanding the situation, pulled
away from the elleth when they stopped dancing and entwined his fingers with
hers. �Where to, Elladan?� he asked.
Elladan kissed Elwen�s lips one last time,
his eyes shining with desire. �Follow me,� he said and bolted toward the forest
trees like a hunted wild animal, his hair dancing in the wind, the powerful
muscles of his torso and arms contracting and expanding because of the effort
of the run. It was like the old times when he, Elrohir and Elwen ran through
the corridors and bridges of Imladris, escaping from the adults who wanted to
scold them for their childish pranks.
Elrohir laughed when those memories came to
his mind and he noticed how much more happier he was.
After placing a soft kiss on Elwen�s temple, who also laughed now as if a
weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, Elrohir asked: �Are you ready?�
Elwen�s eyes glowed,
there were no more doubts for her. �Come, Elrohir, or we are not going to catch
this brother of yours!� she said while started to run, pulling Elrohir by the
hand toward the direction where Elladan had disappeared.
The laughs of Elrohir and Elwen echoed off of
the clearing.
They were children again.
They would be lovers soon.
E&E&E&E&E

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