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The Early Years: For the Sake of Friendship	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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>~Initiation II~

Glorfindel moved easily around the bedchamber, lighting the fragrant candles that had been placed about the room. Turning back toward the bed as the last flame flared to life, the Balrog-slayer found the twins standing uncertainly, as though strangers in their own chambers.
Slipping off his robe, the ancient elf looked questioningly at his companions. ��Tis still your bed, pin nith,� he said with a smile, settling himself comfortably against the down soft pillows. �Will you not sit down?�
Silken black fabric slid away to reveal lightly sculpted chests and shoulders, pale skin warmed by the soft glow of candles. Almost reluctantly, Glorfindel found himself admiring identical expanses of taut stomach, and the subtle play of muscle under skin as arms were lifted to push back wayward strands of gleaming ebony hair.
Though the seneschal had taken part in the majority rites of many an ellon, and had considerable experience with triads in his lengthy past, never before had the two roles been mingled, and he found himself uncharacteristically disconcerted at the thought of guiding not one, but two innocents in this first experience. That those innocents were Elrond�s sons, younglings he had helped raise from infancy, did little to decrease his anxiety.
Elladan lowered himself to the bed and reached an encouraging hand out to Elrohir, who sat down close beside his brother. Watching the telling interaction closely, Glorfindel pondered quietly for a moment, then spoke frankly. �I cannot attend to you both at once, if I am to guide you as you need and deserve.�
The ancient elf�s glance moved from one wide grey gaze to the other before settling on the elder twin. �I think �twould be best, Elladan, if I take you first.� When the dark elf nodded wordlessly, Glorfindel shifted his attention to the elf-knight. �You must watch closely, pen neth, for I will allow you to take me afterward.�
Elrohir squeezed his twin�s hand tightly, struggling to form the questions that swirled in his thoughts. �But Glorfindel,� he began, �I�that is �Dan�we�I mean��
�I am well aware of who most oft leads in your relationship, mellonen,� the Balrog-slayer interrupted gently. �Just as I am well aware of who most often instigates the pranks and practical jokes that have cursed Imladris since soon after your birth,� he added with a grin. Reaching out to touch the younger twin�s cheek, Glorfindel added, �Trust me, hmm? You will understand in good time.�
As Elrohir nodded reluctantly, the seneschal leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, causing the younger elf to gasp in astonishment. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, Glorfindel deepened the kiss, his tongue probing the elf-knight�s mouth with gentle insistence. Agreeably surprised at the warmth of the dark elf�s response, he threaded his fingers into the inky black locks, his thumb stroking the tip of one ear. A breathless moan escaped Elrohir, and the Balrog-slayer felt the elder twin stiffen suddenly beside him.
Glorfindel pulled away from the kiss immediately and turned to meet a darkly glittering gaze. Laying his hand lightly on Elladan�s shoulder, he rubbed soothingly. �What is amiss, pen neth?� the ancient elf asked quietly, though his talks with Elrond had left him well aware of the answer.
Before his brother could answer, Elrohir had moved closer, pressing his flushed cheek against his twin�s as a possessive arm stole around his waist. �I am sorry, mellonen,� Elladan answered, dropping his head. �I just cannot�I��tis hard�Ada said �twill be different after�� As his stumbling words faded, the elder twin bit his lip, then raised his head to meet Glorfindel�s compassionate gaze. �He is mine.�
�I know, ernilen,� the seneschal said earnestly, �And you are his.� Feeling some of the tension leave the muscles under his hand, Glorfindel squeezed Elladan�s shoulder reassuringly. �I have no wish to change that, pen neth. I want only to make this night as pleasurable as possible for all of us.�
Nodding silently, the elder twin tightened his hold on Elrohir for a moment then pulled away, looking expectantly at the Balrog-slayer. Glorfindel bit back a sigh as he met the frank grey stare and wondered fleetingly if this was a good idea, after all. Reminding himself that Elladan was- despite the cool contemplation in the silvery gaze- a youngling who had just reached majority, the ancient elf firmly took control.
�Elrohir, I would have you sit here,� Glorfindel directed, patting a place near the foot of the large bed. �You must watch the preparation carefully, pen neth, but �twould be best, I deem, if you do not touch.� A wicked grin curling his lips, the seneschal added, �Other than yourself, of course. I presume that skill has been previously learned?�
The elf-knight snorted inelegantly. �Aye, híren, it has. That particular skill was mastered many years ago.� Meeting his brother�s amused eyes, he continued. �There has been much opportunity for practice. Is that not right, �Dan?�
�Much opportunity, indeed, tôren,� Elladan drawled, his good humor restored. �And I would agree that you perform masterfully.�
Glorfindel inhaled sharply, the implications of their casual teasing sending waves of warmth through his groin. In his mind images and echoes swirled unchecked: Ebony hair, stroking hands, plaintive whimpers and moans. And identical silvery-grey gazes, locked in wordless communication, each urging the other on�
�Glorfindel? Glorfindel?� Elrohir repeated curiously, breaking into the seneschal�s rather pleasantly diverting thoughts.
�Aye,� the golden elf replied, dragging his attention firmly back to the moment. Looking questioningly at the elder twin, he asked formally, �Are you ready to begin?�
�Elbereth, do not use that tone of voice!� Elladan chuckled, his laughter shattering the tension that had begun building in the chamber. �I feel as though I am but two centuries, and back in the Library preparing to suffer through yet another lecture on the breaking of Beleriand.�
�I have faith, �Adan, that you will find tonight more pleasurable that Erestor�s monologue on the sundered lands,� Glorfindel retorted with a grin, tangling his hand in Elladan�s hair and pulling gently, forcing the younger elf down on the bed. Meeting the now trusting grey eyes, he added soberly, �Though I cannot promise that you will not find it more painful, also�
The elder twin raised a hand, tracing the Balrog-slayer�s face in an affectionate gesture shared for centuries. �You will not hurt me past necessity, mellonen,� he said with quiet assurance. ��Tis promise enough.�
Glorfindel smiled in answer, lowering his head to press a line of soft kisses along Elladan�s jaw. �I am honored by your trust, ernilen,� he whispered, moving to an ear to lick and nibble at the sensitive tip. Rewarded by a sharp hiss, the seneschal smiled and increased his efforts, stopping only when his partner whimpered in protest, tossing his head in an attempt to escape the intense sensation.
Pulling away slightly, Glorfindel looked intently into the younger elf�s flushed face, his thumb drawing calming circles on one pink cheek. ��Tis alright, pen neth,� the ancient elf murmured soothingly, then lowered his head to nuzzle Elladan�s throat, forcing back a stab of regret as a bright red-purple bruise bloomed on the flawless skin. �Do not struggle so against the pleasure.�
Moving to nip and tug at the dark elf�s lower lip, Glorfindel breathed, �Relax, �Adan,� before covering the other�s mouth with his own, his tongue pushing determinedly through the parted lips to wrestle gently with its mate. Elladan reached up to pull the golden elf closer, his tentative response becoming bolder as his shy touches were met with encouraging sounds. Glorfindel growled his approval, shifting his weight so that his arousal was plainly evident against the younger elf�s silk clad hip.
Elrohir sat breathlessly, his body reacting instinctively to the sights and sounds while his thoughts churned violently and a new, raw emotion flooded his senses. Anger of a kind the elf-knight had never before felt swirled over him as he watched his brother�s body tremble and shift under Glorfindel�s ministrations. A jealous rage that threatened to spill into action engulfed him, and he fisted the soft blue bed linens, reason fighting for control even as his soul screamed in agonized fury.

He is mine. Mine, mine, MINE!

Elladan froze instantly, his brother�s pained cry tearing through his mind. Feeling the elder twin go still beneath him, Glorfindel drew back in concern, following the darkened grey gaze to the forlorn figure at the foot of the bed. Concern turned to dismay as he saw a single tear slide silently down Elrohir�s face, and he would have spoken- would have tossed Elrond and his advice into the sea and left them alone- had Elladan�s right hand not gripped his wrist tightly, as the left reached for the elf-knight�s tensed fingers.

Aye, I am yours, tôren. Always. Melin chen, faeren�gûren�rohir nín.

Elrohir squeezed his twin�s hand, allowing the calming touch to cool his anger, just as the passionate endearments soothed his pain. Meeting Elladan�s gaze, he grinned weakly.

Rohir nín? �Tis a name I have never carried before.
Aye. Rohir nín. Mine.
Yours, tôren.
You do not have to stay, �Roh. �Tis alright. You need not watch, if it will pain you less to go.

�Nay, I will not leave you, �Dan,� the elf-knight said firmly, reluctantly releasing his brother�s hand. Turning to Glorfindel, who had remained silent, he said, �I am sorry, híren. �Twas foolish of me to react so. Geheno nin.�
�There is naught to forgive, ernil neth,� the seneschal replied gently. �And you are not foolish, you are bound. Bound in a way that is inconceivable to most.� Seeing the gratitude flash in Elrohir�s eyes, he reached out impulsively. �Lie here beside us, pen vain. I was wrong to forbid your touch.�
Stretching out beside Elladan, the younger twin rubbed his cheek over his brother�s briefly, the contact further easing his heart. Elrohir then drew back slightly and curled comfortably on his side, his gaze fixed on Glorfindel. �Go ahead, híren,� he teased, a glimmer of the usual mischief sparkling in his eyes. �Guide us.�
�Aye, I will guide you, ernilen,� the Balrog-slayer chuckled in relief, taking a playful swat at the elf-knight. �I will guide you to six moon�s stable duty, if you do not behave.�
Turning his attention to the elder twin, he pushed back a strand of raven dark hair, his fingers gently worrying one reddened ear. �You are beautiful, pen neth,� Glorfindel whispered, his breath ghosting over Elladan�s skin, making the younger elf shiver as his lips were caught once more in a fierce kiss, his tongue lured into the other�s mouth to be nipped and sucked teasingly.
The elder twin whimpered wordlessly as the demanding kiss ended and a warm mouth wandered down his neck, licking and nibbling its way across the pale skin of his chest to nuzzle a pebbled nipple. �Oh, gods,� he groaned, his hands gripping the bed reflexively as the novel sensation shot straight to his already aching groin, intensifying as the other tender peak was nipped, then lapped soothingly. �Sweet Elbereth�please��
Elrohir swallowed hard, staring mesmerized as Glorfindel unlaced Elladan�s sleep pants, easing the silken fabric off and scattering a trail of kisses over the newly bared skin, deliberately avoiding the younger elf�s weeping erection. His eyes widened further as Glorfindel slipped off his own garment, revealing a formidable arousal. Though the twins had oft bathed with the Balrog-slayer in the pools, this was a new sight, and the elf-knight winced instinctively as visions of tearing flesh and unbearable pain flashed through his head.
��Twill be alright, �Rohir,� Glorfindel broke in reassuringly, as though reading the younger twin�s thoughts, and Elrohir blushed furiously, realizing he had been staring blatantly at the elder elf�s groin. Giving the elf-knight an encouraging smile, the seneschal turned back to Elladan, taking in the obsidian dark eyes and flushed skin. �I need you to relax, pen neth,� he said quietly, brushing a soft kiss across the swollen lips as he reached for the oil. �Relax, and let me lead you.�
The elder twin nodded wordlessly, shuddering as strands of silken gold trailed over his chest and stomach, teasing him with the lightest of touches. Firm hands spread his thighs, urging his knees up and apart, leaving him feeling exposed and terribly vulnerable. Expecting a painful intrusion, Elladan nearly shouted when instead his a warm mouth engulfed his aching member and a slippery hand moved to gently knead his sac.
Caught up in excruciating pleasure, the dark elf was only vaguely aware of the fingers circling his untried entrance, oiling and stroking the tender skin with increasingly insistent pressure until finally the guardian ring was breached, and one slick digit slipped inside. Elladan hissed in surprise, his attention drawn from the lusciously wet warmth that surrounded his shaft to the sudden sting in his backside.
Glorfindel stilled his hand, sliding up to press a lingering kiss to the elder twin's mouth, his sapphire eyes nearly black with desire. �Taste yourself,� he purred seductively, nibbling kisses punctuating his words. �You are quite delicious.� Elladan moaned as the smoky sweet flavor filled his mouth, his whole body relaxing into the gentle kisses. �That is right, ernilen,� Glorfindel murmured approvingly, pumping his finger cautiously in and out of the snug channel. �Do not fight me.�
�It burns,� the elder twin gasped, biting his lip as the finger began twisting carefully, easing open the tight ring.
�I know, pen neth,� the ancient elf soothed as he moved back down the pale body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. ��Twill be better, I swear.� Raising his eyes to meet Elrohir�s, Glorfindel said quietly, �Come closer, pen dithen. I need more oil.�
The elf-knight moved to sit beside his brother�s hips, drawing a shuddery breath as he stared entranced at the gently moving finger. At Glorfindel�s direction, he poured a thin stream of oil over the seneschal�s hand, watching mesmerized as the finger was joined by a second digit, forcing the ring of muscle to give, then scissoring insistently, stretching the now slick passage.
Elladan shifted uncomfortably, and Elrohir moved immediately to soothe his twin, burying his face in the sweat-damp neck, murmuring nonsensically as his hand drew calming circles on one trembling thigh.
Suddenly Elladan howled, his body arching sharply off the bed despite Glorfindel�s restraining arm. The elf-knight sat up in alarm, his frightened gaze flying to the ancient elf. �He is well, �Rohir,� the Balrog-slayer said with a slight smile. ��Tis pleasure, not pain.� Sensing Elrohir�s disbelief, he added, �Come here, and I will show you.�
Sliding down to join Glorfindel, the younger twin idly noted that there were now three fingers moving easily through the stretched guardian ring, and then Elladan�s hips lifted again, and he slammed down on the invading fingers with a growl that turned quickly to pleading moans. �Yes�oh, gods�yes��
Elrohir shivered, a searing wave of heat flooding his groin, as he looked from the thrusting fingers to his brother�s flushed face and impossibly dark eyes. �Teach me how,� he rasped, turning his own midnight dark gaze on the seneschal.
��Tis a mound in the passage,� Glorfindel explained hoarsely, his voice roughened by his own ignored need. �You turn your hand, like so, then curl your fingers and rub��
Elladan let out a strangled yelp and bowed off the bed, his body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Glorfindel quickly removed his fingers and gripped the younger elf�s twitching length, squeezing firmly at the base to prevent his release.
When his partner�s moaning gasps slowed to shallow panting, the Balrog-slayer carefully loosened his grip and moved up to nuzzle the dark elf�s neck. �You are doing well, pen vain,� he whispered encouragingly, pressing gentle kisses to the warm face. �I am going to take you now. Turn to your side for me. �Twill be easier that way.�
Elrohir stared wide-eyed, his nervousness nearly a match for his brother�s, his own member throbbing demandingly. Never taking his eyes off his twin, the elf-knight loosened the laces of his own sleep pants, reaching inside to grasp his hardened flesh, a soft moan escaping as his thumb began to move slowly over the weeping head.
Elladan rolled obediently to his side, allowing Glorfindel to lift his top leg, pushing it up gently toward his chest. Through a haze of desire tinged with anxiety he felt a warm body curl around his own, then a slick hand trailing across his stomach as an unfamiliar hardness nudged at his entrance, pressing more and more insistently until at last the guardian ring gave way, and the oiled shaft slid reluctantly through.
Glorfindel stopped pushing as soon he felt the muscle give, a pleasured moan escaping as he struggled against the urge to thrust hard into the incredible tightness. �Relax, �Adan,� he managed, his voice gravelly. �Slow your breathing.�
Elladan whimpered softly, breathing deeply as he was urged, trying to relax around the invading girth. The searing burn slowly gave way to a more tolerable sting as his tension eased, and the impaling rod slid deeper, slowly but steadily, not stopping until he was nestled firmly against the golden elf�s solid body, soft words of praise and encouragement tickling his ear.
Glorfindel remained motionless, trying desperately to control his own breathing as the satin heat of the passage twitched around him, and the strong ring of muscle squeezed almost painfully at the base of his engorged member. �You feel good,� he murmured, nuzzling a flushed ear as he rocked his hips experimentally. �Valar, yes�so tight.�
Elladan gasped at the strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Though he felt uncomfortably full, every movement sent a wave of heat to pool in his groin, swelling his already impossibly hard erection. Pressing back instinctively, he heard a wordless groan and found himself rolled forward, his leg forced higher as Glorfindel's thrusts became deeper and harder. Then another shift of his leg, and stars exploded before his eyes as bolts of mind-numbing pleasure raced through his body.
Glorfindel let loose a string of oaths as Elladan yelped, slamming back to impale himself more deeply. Feeling his orgasm build as the dark elf writhed against him, the Balrog-slayer wrapped his hand firmly around his young lover�s weeping length and began to pump rapidly, in smooth counterpoint to his increasingly forceful thrusts.
Just as the ancient elf thought he could hold back no longer, Elladan stiffened in his arms and spilled with a keening cry, his silvery white seed pulsing in thick streams over the still moving hand. Glorfindel thrust forward into the convulsing heat once more, groaning roughly as he released deep inside the trembling body.
For a long moment there was no sound save the rasp of harsh breathing, then Glorfindel carefully withdrew and pulled Elladan into a snug embrace, stroking his hair soothingly as both their bodies slowly recovered. �Are you well, pen neth?� the seneschal asked quietly, feeling the pounding of the young elf�s heart finally slow.
Suddenly unaccountably shy, the elder twin nodded silently against Glorfindel�s chest. Sighing heavily, the ancient elf caught Elladan�s chin, gently forcing him to meet the probing sapphire gaze. �Do not shut me out, �Adan,� the Balrog-slayer said firmly. �Are you well?�
�Aye,� Elladan answered, �I am well.� Wrinkling his nose, he added, �I am also quite sticky.�
�Here, tôren,� Elrohir broke in soberly, handing his twin a warm, wet cloth. Turning to meet Glorfindel�s questioning gaze, he handed the seneschal a towel also, before finally succumbing to an inquisitive eyebrow. �I was sticky, too,� he admitted with a sheepish grin.
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"'Tis time, I think, pen neth," Glorfindel said softly, reaching across Elladan to lay an encouraging hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "There is still much ahead of us this night."
The elf-knight's eyes widened as he gripped his brother's hand tighter, the thought of dominating the legendary Balrog-slayer temporarily stealing his tongue. "I am not sure that�Glorfindel, I cannot�"
"I daresay you can, ernil neth," the seneschal teased gently, casting a pointed look at Elrohir's partially erect member. "I am many millennia your senior, and I have recovered."
"That is not what I meant, híren," the younger twin stuttered, his cheeks flaming. "I am able, but�"
"But not willing?" Glorfindel asked, one eyebrow arched in mock affront. "Do you find me lacking in some way, pen dithen? I am not fair enough, mayhap?"
"No, no of course not," Elrohir replied, mortified. "I mean, yes, you are very fair, but�"
"Hush, tôren," Elladan sighed, rubbing his cheek over his twin's soothingly. "You are but digging the pit deeper." With a last reassuring squeeze, he released his brother reluctantly, settling himself against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed.
Glorfindel drew the elf-knight into a loose embrace, dropping a rain of soft kisses on the younger elf's flushed face. "There is naught to fear, ernilen," he murmured soothingly, tracing Elrohir's lips with his tongue. "I will guide you, and I will not break."
Reassured by the Balrog-slayer's encouragement- and undeniably aroused by the feel of warm, silken skin moving sensuously against his own- the younger twin met the teasing mouth hungrily, his body arching into the other with an eagerness that drew a satisfied groan from Glorfindel.
Torn between burgeoning arousal and aching jealousy, the elder twin watched silently as kisses and caresses became more urgent, biting his own lip viciously as Elrohir's every whimper and moan seemed to tear at his heart. Elladan dropped his head, closing his eyes to hold back the tears of frustration that threatened to spill. The heavy ebony curtain of his hair fell forward, obscuring the sight before him, if not the sounds that taunted him so. Struggling to suppress what he knew to be pointless rage, the dark elf felt a calming presence brush his mind.

Yours, tôren. Remember. Just as you are mine. El nín. Mine.
El nín? What of Iauradar, 'Roh?
He is our star, 'Dan. You are mine. El nín.
Aye. Yours, tôren. Melin chen.
Melin chen, faeren. Do not fret so. 'Twill not be long now.

Elrohir had stiffened suddenly, and Glorfindel forced back a sigh, rightly discerning the cause of his partner's sudden tension. 'Any ellon who envies me this night should experience such a moment as this,' he thought wryly.
Pulling back slightly, the golden elf raised himself on one elbow and turned his gaze on Elladan, taking in the bent head and clenched hands before speaking. "'Adan?" he said quietly. "Look at me, pen neth."

The dark elf shook his head silently, the glossy length of his hair gleaming in the flickering light.

"Elladan," Glorfindel repeated, a note of command entering his voice. "Look at me. I do not wish to address an elf whose face I cannot see."
Raising his head reluctantly, Elladan met the seneschal's gaze and Glorfindel's heart ached at the raw pain visible in the drowned grey eyes. "Would you have me go, then, ernilen?" the golden elf asked quietly. "I have no wish to be the cause of such anguish."
"Nay," the elder twin returned tightly. "I am alright, híren."
"You are not alright," Glorfindel contradicted gently. "But you torture yourself without cause." Reaching for the distressed elf's hand, he continued soberly, "This night is for you, pen neth. Both of you. 'Tis not intended to take your brother from you, but to help you begin learning how to give and receive pleasure."
"I know," Elladan answered quietly, gripping the Balrog-slayer's hand. "And I am grateful 'tis you who is here with us. The depth of my anger frightens me, Glorfindel. I did not expect to feel this way, though Ada tried to warn us. He said 'twould be different after we�after our bond is sealed."
"Aye, he warned me as well," the seneschal replied with a chuckle, "though I feel he may have understated the case." Giving the elder twin's arm a tug, he added, "Come down here and aid your brother, hmm? 'Tis most important that you learn to prepare your partner properly."
Glancing at the seneschal uneasily, Elladan obeyed, moving to sit at Glorfindel's other side. Elrohir rose gracefully to his knees and leaned over, the silken ends of his hair dragging teasingly across the golden elf's stomach and groin as he pressed a lingering kiss to Elladan's mouth.
Glorfindel inhaled sharply, startled by both the whisper soft touch of the elf-knight's hair and the incredibly erotic vision before him. The Balrog-slayer had, in fact, been immensely relieved when Elrond told him that he was not to witness the twins' joining. Though he well understood the concept of the twin-bond, the seneschal feared that the sight of the brothers together would be disturbing. It was not so.
Elladan rose to his knees and they became mirror images, save the color of their beads. Glorfindel watched enthralled as the twins kissed languidly, their movements unhurried, as though savoring a delicacy long-awaited. They separated slowly and turned midnight dark gazes on the ancient elf, ebony eyebrows lifted as if seeking direction.
"The oil, 'Rohir," Glorfindel managed, shaking himself out of his stupor. Drawing his knees up and apart, the golden elf met Elrohir's eyes. "Do you remember how, ernilen?"
Swallowing hard, the elf-knight nodded wordlessly and reached for the oil vial, his hands unsteady as he removed the stopper. The soft scent of sandalwood filled his nose as he poured a thin stream of the viscous liquid in one hand, then looked at Glorfindel uneasily.
"Go ahead, pen neth," the Balrog-slayer said encouragingly, firmly tamping down his own impatience. "You will not hurt me. And you must instruct your brother."
Elrohir oiled his fingers as he had seen Glorfindel do, then lowered his hand to spread the sweetly scented fluid on the golden elf's skin, circling the puckered opening nervously. Meeting Elladan's wide eyes, he swallowed thickly. "Like this, tôren," he said hoarsely. "You spread the oil, and then you use one finger�"
The elf-knight's voice failed as his finger slipped easily into the seneschal's body, the moist heat seeming to draw him in actively, and he whimpered aloud at the thought of such silky tightness surrounding his hard length. Slipping the single digit in and out until it moved freely, he carefully added a second and began working his hand in earnest, urging the tight muscle to stretch.
Elladan stared mesmerized by his brother's movements, his weeping member twitching in time to his pounding heart. The sight of Elrohir's slippery hand pushing and twisting, his fingers disappearing over and over into Glorfindel's body, was one of the most arousing things the elder twin had ever seen.
Turning his hand as the Balrog-slayer had shown him, Elrohir curled his fingers, feeling curiously for the spot that had given his brother such pleasure. At first he searched in vain, then suddenly Glorfindel bowed off the mattress, letting go an oath that had both twins snickering helplessly.
"'Tis funny, you think, 'Rohir?" the golden elf asked when his breath returned. "Just you wait, pen neth. I will�Elbereth! Oh, gods�oh�"
The elf-knight grinned proudly at his twin, his fingers drawing firm circles on the wall of Glorfindel's passage, stroking the sensitive mound mercilessly. Stilling his hand, Elrohir suddenly withdrew his fingers and arched a questioning brow at his twin.

Will you try, tôren?

Elladan drew a deep breath as the question brushed his mind, then nodded, reaching for the oil vial. His fingers slicked, the elder twin carefully mimicked Elrohir's movements, pumping his fingers easily in and out of the slick channel, shuddering as he imagined being buried to the hilt in the velvety heat. Watching with interest as the ancient elf's body bucked and twisted under the pleasurable assault, Elladan suddenly frowned thoughtfully.
The elf-knight looked at his brother curiously and opened his mouth to speak, but the words never came, for in that instant Elladan leaned over and engulfed Glorfindel's weeping length in his mouth. Copying as well as he could remember the things the seneschal had done to him, the dark elf licked and sucked at the hard shaft, his tongue rolling teasingly over the swollen head, then tracing the throbbing vein firmly.
Glorfindel howled wildly as the most unexpected wetness surrounded his aching member, burying his hands in the satin soft ebony tresses that wandered across his twitching stomach. Holding with difficulty to the remnants of his sanity, he managed not to thrust forcefully into the delicious warmth, afraid of choking his inexperienced lover.
Feeling his stomach tighten warningly, the Balrog-slayer tugged gently at Elladan's hair. "Stop, pen neth," he rasped tightly, urging the dark elf's head up. When the rhythmic movements continued unchanged, he pulled more sharply at the silken strands, his voice rising in his urgency. "Elladan!" he barked out. "Daro! Si!"
The elder twin ceased his movements, reluctantly allowing the engorged shaft to slip from his mouth. Looking curiously at Glorfindel, he asked, "Why? Do I not please you?"
"You please me very much, ernilen," the seneschal managed, his attention riveted on the dark elf's gleaming lips. "In a moment I fear you would have pleased me too much."
Elladan's brow furrowed in confusion, then suddenly cleared, a wave of color flooding his face even as a grin played around the corners of his mouth. Elrohir chuckled at his brother's look of embarrassed pride, then sobered, gazing intently at his twin. "How does it taste, 'Dan?"
In answer, the elder twin pressed his mouth to Elrohir's, gently urging the other's lips apart. As their tongues swirled together languidly, the elf-knight sampled the rich, smoky taste of Glorfindel's seed with interest. "You taste rather good," he announced thoughtfully, bringing a smile to the ancient elf's face. "'Tis hard to describe. Like an unusually fine smoked cheese, mayhap. Or an aged cordial before a fire.""
"Cheese?" the Balrog-slayer repeated with a chuckle. "I think I prefer your second attempt, pen dithen. Aged cordial before a fire. 'Tis a fine thought."
Reaching for the younger twin, Glorfindel pulled him down into a heated kiss, molding their bodies together snugly as he rolled underneath his partner. A satisfied groan escaped the golden elf as their arousals met, sliding together smoothly. Opening his legs widely, he caught Elrohir with his strong thighs and, tearing his mouth away, looked up into the elf-knight's impossibly black eyes. "Now, 'Rohir," he ordered, his voice rough. "Oil yourself."
As Elrohir sat up and his shaking hands found the oil vial, a caressing voice slid through his mind.

Shall I help you, rohir nín?

A shudder ran down the younger twin's spine as he met Elladan's midnight dark eyes, then he shook his head slightly.

Nay, tôren, you must not touch. 'Twould be the end of me, I fear.

With a look that somehow managed to appear both disappointed and self-satisfied, the elder twin settled himself near the foot of the bed, idly stroking his own rock-hard length.

Very well. I shall touch myself, then, I suppose. And watch.

Elrohir's arched eyebrow spoke volumes as he drizzled a stream of oil over his aching erection, hissing sharply when the cool liquid hit his heated skin. Slicking himself carefully, he moaned aloud at the feel of his own hand, then turned an uncertain gaze on Glorfindel.
The seneschal raised himself on one elbow and patted the bed between his widely spread legs. Moving to the indicated spot, Elrohir nearly yelped in surprise when Glorfindel settled his hips on top of the elf-knight's thighs, the prepared passage a mere hand's-breadth from his throbbing member.
"Position yourself against the entrance," the golden elf directed, his voice gravelly, "and push straight in. You will likely have to use your hand at first."
The elf-knight drew a shaky breath and rose up slightly, his heart pounding in his ears as he gripped his purpled shaft, placing the dripping head carefully against Glorfindel's body. A harsh groan sounded, and Elrohir watched in awe as the starburst opening twitched at the light touch. "Go ahead. Now," the Balrog-slayer demanded, his hips moving restlessly. "All the way in."
The younger twin pressed forward, surprised by the firm resistance. Then the guardian ring gave way, and Elrohir growled ferally in his chest, staring transfixed as his hard flesh was taken into the impossibly hot, silken tightness. Panting frantically, he sunk forward until he was fully sheathed in the twitching passage, his sac snug against the golden elf's smooth cheeks. "Oh, gods," he gasped, the words becoming a chant, "oh gods oh gods ohgods ohgods�"
Glorfindel grasped the elf-knight's shoulders and drew the trembling body down into a warm embrace, groaning in pleasure as his weeping erection was caught between two hard stomachs. Wrapping his legs loosely around Elrohir's waist, the golden elf rocked enticingly. "Valar's grace, pen neth," he breathed hoarsely. "Move."
"I cannot," the younger twin rasped, raising himself on his forearms to meet Glorfindel's eyes. "If I move I will�"
"'Tis all right, ernilen," the Balrog-slayer assured him, stroking Elrohir's raven locks soothingly. "I do not expect you to last. Just move."
Closing his eyes, the elf-knight nodded and drew back slowly, then pushed forward, biting his lip as he sank back into the slick heat. Glorfindel growled approvingly and shifted the angle of his hips, a strangled moan sounding as Elrohir thrust forward sharply. "Yes," the ancient elf gasped, closing his hand around his own aching member. "Like that."
Elladan sat as if hypnotized, his eyes locked on the joined forms, his hand moving rapidly on his own slick length as he watched Elrohir pound again and again into the golden body, his head thrown back, ebony hair trailing over the entwined limbs. A fierce whimper escaped as the elder twin's eyes fluttered closed, visions of his brother's flushed face and passion-darkened gaze crawling sinuously through his mind. Surrendering wholly to the sensation, he spilled with a sobbing moan, his seed splashing hotly across his twitching stomach.
Glorfindel arched up to meet the increasingly forceful movements, and Elrohir raised himself on his hands, shuddering as his thrusts became more and more erratic. "Oh, gods," the elf-knight panted breathlessly, "oh, gods�I am�going�oh, gods!"
A keening wail burst from the dark elf as he slammed forward a final time, writhing mindlessly against the hard form beneath him as the most intense climax of his life roared through his body, the pleasure prolonged almost unbearably by the strong spasms that accompanied Glorfindel's release but a moment later.
The Balrog-slayer caught Elrohir as he collapsed, all strength suddenly gone from his exhausted body. Long moments passed before the younger elf stopped trembling and was able to lift himself, withdrawing his softening length. Glorfindel rolled carefully and wrapped the elf-knight in a snug embrace, tracing calming circles on his sweat-damp back. "You did well, pen dithen," he murmured, idly twisting the mithril-dotted braid around his fingers. "Are you alright now?"
"Aye, I am," Elrohir answered quietly, his face buried in his partner's neck. "But I am so very tired. And damp. And sticky."
"I believe 'Adan has a cure in hand, for the damp and sticky complaints, at least," Glorfindel chuckled, gratefully accepting the basin of warm water, cloth and towel that a freshly-washed, grinning Elladan offered.
After carefully cleaning Elrohir, then himself, the seneschal urged both twins up from the bed, spreading a layer of clean linen over the cold, damp sheet. Settling them back down, he disposed of the wash basin, then disappeared into the front chamber without explanation.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged curious glances, but had little time to ponder the question before Glorfindel reappeared bearing the tray of food and bottle of miruvor from the den.
"I thought this might be a good time for a snack, and a drink," the Balrog-slayer explained, placing the laden tray on the night table and pouring three glasses of the potent cordial. He dropped to the bed, completely at ease despite his nakedness, and the night's activities. "'Twould be well to rest a while, ere we continue."
"Besides, pin nith," Glorfindel added, meeting the twin grey glances seriously, "there are still things we must discuss."
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Elvish Translations:

Melin chen - I love you

tôren - my brother

pen neth - young one

mellonen - my friend

pin nith - young ones

ernilen - my prince(s)

ellon - male elf

gwanûn - twins

híren - my lord

faeren - my soul

gûren - my heart

rohir nín - my knight

geheno nin - forgive me

ernil neth - young prince

pen vain - beautiful one

pen dithen - little one

el ní
n - my star

Iauradar - Grandfather
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